Facts are the barren branches on which we hang the dear, obscuring foliage of our dreams.


Kneeknock Rise (ed. 2010)


Facts are the barren branches on which we hang the dear, obscuring foliage of our dreams.

Facts are the barren branches on which we hang the dear, obscuring foliage of our dreams.

Facts are the barren branches on which we hang the dear, obscuring foliage of our dreams.

Facts are the barren branches on which we hang the dear, obscuring foliage of our dreams.