entering the final stages of car-packing and useless-shit-recycling over at Daphne’s city house. not counting the dinner break, we’ve been at this for almost five hours. cue: that one song immortalized by “Chariots of Fire” (which I never did see).
I love, I listen, I laugh. I sing, I care, I write. I run for myself and from myself. Narrow-mindedness has no place here. With me you'll find lots of words, silliness and sarcasm, contemplation, and above all, music. Always music.
