Diary | Reflections on 2020 [Mad Solitude]
Some years are an indecisive breeze on fingernails. Some are tar-like. You said “six feet” to me prior to March 2020, I thought, ah, that perfect stereotypical male…
Some years are an indecisive breeze on fingernails. Some are tar-like. You said “six feet” to me prior to March 2020, I thought, ah, that perfect stereotypical male…