Day after day I think of you as soon as I wake up. Someone has put cries of birds on the air like jewels.
Day after day I think of you as soon as I wake up. Someone has put cries of birds on the air like jewels.
“And the reason I am so nervous is that everything I do now is leading me to one of three possible futures… Which one will it be? Time alone will tell. But still I know that writing this diary can perhaps provide the answer; it may even help produce the right future.”
Adolfo Bioy Casares | The Invention of Morel