Just a little self-reflection on my broken relationships with people
Veslemøy's Song
In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine. No wonder we are depressed.
In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine. No wonder we are depressed.
Just a little self-reflection on my broken relationships with people
