wtorek, 6 kwietnia 2010

how strange it is to be anything at all.


'i should like to bury something precious in every place where i've been happy and then, when i was old and ugly and miserable, i could come back and dig it up and remember'
(evelyn waugh, brideshead revisited)

w samolocie nad morzem.

1 komentarz:

  1. but how many such precious thing we would need?
    three, five maybe eight. more? don't think so...

    OdpowiedzUsuń