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.
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.
ego hoc feci mm–MMXXIV · cc 2000–2024 M.F.C.