Untitled(There was sky falling down on the roof, somewhere a tree).

All Y ever did was send me books he had published in the academic world. Not once did he think to send me a book I might be interested in reading. At twenty the only thing I still had from Y was the train set he had given me as a five year old child. ... Continue ReadingThe post Untitled(There was sky falling down on the roof, somewhere a tree). appeared first on Zouch.