cobwebbed memories of extinct summers past
be the only things that warm our dying hearts … More A noite extensa aguarda
running scared of the devil, trying to out run him, all our lives,
we fail to see, in our fright, it’s our chasing shadows that eat light. … More జగన్నాటకం
show, don’t teach.
reason, don’t lecture.
inform, don’t smother. … More Identity.