Category: Memory Lane

Ahhh let’s go back to the good old days. I wonder…if my past-self were to see where I am now, as a 22 year old, would I want to grow up at all? Would I be proud?

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The Memory of a Town Home in London

The patriarch of the house has a cramped, iconic study; a manifestation of everything I’ve ever wanted.