Saturday / Republic / Bass
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Saturday. Holiday, summer weather, music tonight. Italy became a republic and I spent part of the anniversary deciding between two black tops that look completely different despite Erick’s incorrect position on the matter.
History is broad enough to contain this.
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.