April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. T.S. Eliot (1888–1965)
April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
T.S. Eliot (1888–1965)
A collection of sundry and unimportant writings.
Pictures disguised as boring family photo album.
Cinema de Ian's Dad Films
The faces of the Place and the stuff they do. Like it matters to you.
