(I’ve been trying to hide some of my opinions for many years, but sometimes they chase me and come true; that is my penance. When I was a child I was told: Don’t ask that! Don’t speak like that! Don't talk to me! And finally: You don’t say anything. The plan is perfect. The machinery has been working for centuries and only needs a little holy oil)
It’s a dull day.
Some words leave scars; your silence, too.