Everything is irritatingly misplaced
Everything is irritatingly misplaced.
Everything is irritatingly misplaced
Everything is irritatingly misplaced
Two old ladies talking behind me in the bus about weather, “how it is so warm today: ” how little green things are appearing, tulips and things like that”. Aroma of something burned. But I felt empathy and warmth in their wornout fragile voices which I liked. I felt sun through the glass. Microg. and chewable tablets.