It's tough. It's gritty. It's loud. So—why are we here?
How could this floor be here? What was here before? Why was it so beautiful?
Give me a view of a crisp cobalt blue sky and lapis lazuli water dancing slowly in reflected light and the rest of the world melts away.
A quasi-hermit, searching for a narrative to describe the fragmentation of memory and dream.
“There is still the belief that linen has to be folded in a different way each time it is to be folded and stored in the dark, just as your grandma used to do, but linen can be more of an everyday item.”
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