Somewhere between delusion and awake, or somewhere between Svalbard and South Georgia—I wasn’t sure. Both would’ve been just as scenic, and I didn’t mind much either way.
Category: Errer
Everything’s Overrated
One troublesome noon spent in a bustling enterprise and newscast was harsh as expected.
Should’ve been more original, could’ve gone to an art college overseas, would’ve had more excuses not to get involved in politics.