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
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Nota Bene
38/39 degrees and pouring rain does not feel positively tropical. Just to clear that up.