melancholy
An inhibited sadness extending like frost. Too many blocky paragraphs, small type. They seem impenetrable, igloos stuffed with cotton, no way to get a worm into the ear. I read the essay on Jacob,...
An inhibited sadness extending like frost. Too many blocky paragraphs, small type. They seem impenetrable, igloos stuffed with cotton, no way to get a worm into the ear. I read the essay on Jacob,...