I realize that I am constructing a dream-world: how can I possibly say that I have been in "a vague 1920s mood this week" when I have no conception of what the 1920s were like in England, across the sea? But escapism is what it is. I confess: at times I long for a different world entirely.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Sehnsucht …
… First Known When Lost: Harbors.
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