12 Thursday

The Night, by Morphine.

Unknown the unlit world of old.
You're the sounds I never heard before.
Off the map where the wild things grow.
Another world outside my door.
Here I stand I'm all alone.
Drive me down the pitch black road.

Another picture of Rook in the Garret. This should teach
me to insist on scribbling things in my damn diary instead
of using proper paper.