Rambling Thoughts on Progression.
Stranger. Who are you, looking at me like that? I can see you staring, evaluating. Why the look of confusion? …
Stranger. Who are you, looking at me like that? I can see you staring, evaluating. Why the look of confusion? …
People watching, over a strong black coffee in a courtyard cafe, Such unadulterated pleasure. Sepia light, soft after rain sunshine …