"The red dust of the streets that turned to mud in rain, the overcast sky that meant only more heat, the clear sky that meant a sun that hurt, the rain that seldom cooled and made for a general clamminess, the brown river with the lilac-colored flowers on rubbery green vines that floated on and on, night and day."
-- V. S. Naipul
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Ok so perhaps I hadn't so assiduous about keeping up to date with your entries... but now that I've read them all, I second that request: what's up with the flat? Are you two happily settled? and how's the job going? tell all!
Laure
Yeah, what's up with the flat? You didn't write dor 10 whole days and you think you can get away with a quote? lol... just kidding!
Hope you're ok.
Love ya!
Post a Comment