Love is a kind of prejudice. We love what we need, love what feels good, love what's convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand others in the world that you would love more if you met? But we never know.
Charles Bukowski
Will Killen - The Outside https://youtu.be/mXhWG4LXxGE
Following
Story by Isabelle Petra
The other face
Get into bed and start reading, the night will be long and full of poetry.