“Know yourselves – be infertile, and let the earth be silent after ye.”
Peter Wessel Kapffe
In October we went to Salem for Holloween. We slept in the car in a very sketchy parking lot and it felt like statu mortis.
Being convinced of your own imminent death is strange.
I don't think I've ever slept as well as I did that night.
This was taken in honour of Laura F.
I guess whoever left that there hit puberty between the park and the ride.