frida takes a photograph of me, ere i fall into oblivion

the little brazilian girl

i shall wander the rooms with grace, pride, and a modicum of well-repressed despondency

Alas! poor Yorick

I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times

the fish eagle's nest

Bambi bushbuck, lying on the powdery carpet of a thousand pollens

did I ever tell you made me think of someone?