At Christmas, all roads lead home.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
As the end of the century approaches, all our culture is like the culture of flies at the beginning of winter. Having lost their agility, dreamy and demented, they turn slowly about the window in the first icy mists of morning. They give themselves a last wash and brush-up, their oscillated eyes roll, and they fall down the curtains.
Posted by IstvanBloggin' at 10:21 AM