March 2012
1 post
Stamps
There was once a time when I believed that the saddest associations, the saddest bonds, were the ones that were held together solely by the adhesive of postage stamps. They were nothing more than futile attempts to postpone the inevitable fate of all things good and beautiful: their end. Every parcel, every exchange could only serve as a painful reminder of what once was, what is now dying, what...
