Genova Instead
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Saturday. No party this weekend. Genova. Dad, sea, focaccia, walking, sleeping at a reasonable hour. I needed this more than I expected. I love noise. I also love hearing water against stone and nobody shouting into my ear.
Humans contain inconvenient amounts of contradiction.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.