It’s 2° C freezing fog here… I have become a weakling-I’ve put the heating on… Life feels like it’s becoming potentially more Dickensian every day… Cold orphans, in fingerless gloves…eating Gruel… An Empty world, full of Ghosts…
It’s 2° C freezing fog here… I have become a weakling-I’ve put the heating on… Life feels like it’s becoming potentially more Dickensian every day… Cold orphans, in fingerless gloves…eating Gruel… An Empty world, full of Ghosts…