rainbows

such a nice place

a nice place

blue carpet

Blindman´s Buff

Sadness crept over me- a sadness I didn´t question, a sadness so profound I understood it could have not come from life, or any source within my conceptual scope, but instead seeped into me from the very air, from the whole extant universe in which I was less than a speck, sadness that was not emotion but the awareness of vast emptiness.


Stop-Time by Frank Conroy