Histogram

When the specter of impending doom emerges upon the horizon of your consciousness, an obscure shroud descends, enveloping you in an oppressive embrace. Within the depths of your being, a Gordian knot of apprehension tightens its grip, pulverising at your core. Despite the desperate yearning to avert the inevitable, you begin fumbling, your voice is stifled by the weight of dread.

another cloudy day

It's another Monday morning

morning sailors

P.