sunev

imagine leaving everything, leaving your current life, people around you and moving into some small town where nobody knows your name and starting again. a small house in the hills away from people, you become a poet and writer, you work hard every day. your writing is becoming recognized. you slowly starting taking care of yourself, feeling happy and content with yourself.

let’s take stroll through the cobblestone streets of an old european city, where wafts of freshly-baked pastries mingled with a faint scent of cigarette smoke linger in the air and sounds of delightful laughter can be heard from the nearby cafes,  while we have a lengthy discussion of subtle yet slightly obvious incidents of homoeroticism in 19th century literature