ER visit, that’s how.

Man, the things that come to us in the middle of the night.

Even prophets lay down under trees. Even heroes get tired.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul…

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

an instant expanded to pleroma

Little memories eddy in the endless flow of the river of time.

Joy Division – 1980

Ooh, come with me – To the fields

One little indian