This is Desmond. He is naked.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
In the evenings, the sun glows through my front window, and the old glass leaves a wavy pattern on the walls. The lantern-like thing is my fishbowl. It was empty at the time I took this. It is now occupied by Desmond. A picture of him will make it on here eventually.
Sometimes things happen that words cannot console.