Rain
August 9, 2018
That sense of solidarity, that empathy, no matter how fugacious it seems now, that’s something. That’s more than something. Memories. Memories vehemently cling to such warmth. … More Rain
That sense of solidarity, that empathy, no matter how fugacious it seems now, that’s something. That’s more than something. Memories. Memories vehemently cling to such warmth. … More Rain
I remember the day May 5, 2018, vividly. I remember it so well because time stood still that day for me. And I got lost. Lost in the time of the Gauls, and the Romans, and the Vikings. Why? Because that day I happened to be in the Venice of the North, Bruges. … More Lost