we idolize sometimes the past, the virtues of another age, the last small town of memory, the worn or missing page of long-lost lore we used to know, whereby our dreams were built -- but innocence is just a different way to dress up guilt
we idolize sometimes the past, the virtues of another age, the last small town of memory, the worn or missing page of long-lost lore we used to know, whereby our dreams were built -- but innocence is just a different way to dress up guilt