"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."
The incessant clicking and winding of the Holga already drove one passenger away! Switching to digital for now…
"All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own."
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe