Carolinefrei

I was sitting down in the chilly backyard garden as the sunshine went down thinking about the idea that human existence amounts to little extra than the every day endurance of mediocrity, escalating more and more irritated with the minor that lifestyle genuinely presents, the consistent barrage of backwardness, the uninterestingness of it all, when into the silence of dusk arrived the approaching cries of a hundred or additional gulls, and I.