How can one life with the idea of journeys one’s never made and with those that are over? There’s a bitter taste to such landscapes. Your cell may be well-built of books you love, but you’ll never leave it, as their rich aroma sends you to sleep.
How can one life with the idea of journeys one’s never made and with those that are over? There’s a bitter taste to such landscapes. Your cell may be well-built of books you love, but you’ll never leave it, as their rich aroma sends you to sleep.