The sky’s gray and there’s mizzle. It’s so soft on my skin–it’s nothing like rain. It’s even softer than the lightest drizzle! Lift my face up, so it can kiss my skin.” The Panopticon

I never knew I liked to be outside so much. I never knew I liked lochs and views and that, but I could seriously handle living in a cottage by the side of somewhere like...

I could be the lone Eskimo, friend of whales and seals.”The Panopticon