The agreeable eye

an eudæmonistarchives

23.02.02 – Saturday

The smell of roses; melting ice; a warm room.

Also. Books; dust; wool; ink; the faint metallic, mechanical savor of a fountain pen.

Can one compose oneself?

A lack of order.

Unsavory.


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