Sun sets, we wander through a foreign town Strangely, there's nobody else around See you open your dress and show me your tights On the swing set at the old playground And when you go away, I still see you The sunlight on your face in the rearview Sun sets, I want to hear your voice A love that nobody could destroy Took photographs like prodigals Book covers that we both adored And when you go away, I still see you The sunlight on your face in my rearview This always happens to me this way Recurring visions of such sweet days And when you go away, I still see you The sunlight on your face in my rearview When you go away, I still see you The sunlight on your face in my rearview
the Metropolitan Museum of Art, October 12:, and on Bedford Avenue, Williamsburg, Brooklyn, October 13, 2024.
If I have set a high value upon books, if I have vainly imagined literature to be more fashionable than it really is, or idly hoped to revive a taste well-nigh extinguished, I know not why I should be persecuted with clamor and invective, since I shall only suffer by my mistake, and be obliged to keep the books I was in the hope of selling. As a young man, Samuel Johnson did some bibliographic work for Osborne
I calmed down
It causes dependency and damage at a pulmonary and cardiac level (COPD, angina or heart attack, among others)