Umbreo Utukku
18 Dec 08 - 22:03
I guess so . . . at the very start of the novel at least.
When I set out from the boy's attic window, my head was so full of competing plans and complex strategems that I didn't look where I was going and flew straight into a chimney.
Something symbolic in that. It's what fake freedom does for you.
Something symbolic in that. It's what fake freedom does for you.