Un jour, ma cabane

and when the evening fishing is over, when the fireside dinner has been nice and the red wine has been drank, it’s time to retire and be cosy in a tiny sphere, under the infinity of space and the incurious stars.


2 thoughts on “Un jour, ma cabane

    • and damp would rot my lungs, it would certainly rain at 3 in the morning and then the whole goddamn raft would probably begin to sink.

      … nothing you can’t fix with a little ingenuity.

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