Yesterday evening I saw a dead man for the first time.
It was my father.
I. O, Fortuna
I am both fortunate and unfortunate in being able to say that. Fortunate in that, for much of the rest of the world, the sight of death is likely to come both too early and too often, and certainly not [...]
Introit
The past really is another country. I would like to bomb it.Search
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