Oktober 2023 Archiv

Out of it.

[...] wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?

Emily Brontë: Wuthering Heights

Do do do do do.

Now we are tall and Christmas trees are small

Bee Gees: First of May


Friends are those who notice when there's a new sticker on your bicycle.