“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
En mochten we vallen dan is het omhoog. - Krang (uit: Pantani) My favourite music is the music I haven't yet heard - John Cage Water: ijskoud de hardste - Gehenna