"December. Friday. I am thinking about all the pretty
horses again, nothing new, nothing different. Just thinking. I love the deep
blue printed in the background and the waves woven in the bed. A metaphoric
beach inside the tiny room full of polluted dreams."
Some melancholic memoirs to publish with some Corinne Bailey Rae music in the background and wearing a bunch of favorite pieces from the closet, from the one strap sandals to the velvet vest.
