Karlovy Lazne. Prague. There you would find him tonight. His last in the city of Kafka, his first of this year. It is strange how time never stops, never withdraws existence like every other thing does. Love, as people abandon you. Love, as you abandon people. God, as He ceases to exist at some point in your life; as soon as you begin connecting with the darkness within and around you. Hope, when it dies with the diminishing light of your father's eyes.
May the perpetual light be, if there is any, with those departed.
The year 2012. Love. God. My father.
May the perpetual light be, if there is any, with those departed.
The year 2012. Love. God. My father.
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