"...You want a special truth. *You* want the truth to be a truth that *you* like. You want it to be a pretty little truth that fits what you already be...
Silence fell like a hammer made of feathers. It left holes in the shape of the sound of the sea.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Silence fell like a hammer made of feathers. It left holes in the shape of the sound of the sea.
