If, on a winter's night a traveler outside the town of Malbork, leaning from a steep slope without fear of wind or vertigo, looks down into the gathering shadow...on the carpet of leaves illuminated by the moon around an empty grave, what story there awaits its end? -italo calvino
Thursday, December 18, 2003
Coffee Talk
Thea is either 1. funny, or 2. far too tired, and delusionally believes herself amusing.
discuss amongst yourselves, i'm feeling a little vehklempt
No comments:
Post a Comment