The spring tease really was just a tease. It snowed again
(obviously) and has been snowing lightly for several days. The only colours around
are white and grey. Beautiful though it is, I’m starting to feel like I live in
an old photograph. Or a bleak Danish drama. Or any French film, ever.
What is life without pain? |
Suffering is like the sweet taste of honey on my lips. |
Would you like some brie? |
Where is the discotheque? |
Time weighs heavy on my soul. |
Gerard Depardieu. |
In the darkness, a lone candle shines brighter. |
Baguette. |