This was supposed to be a good day. The slow pace and winter soundtrack. This was supposed to be a good week. The scent of freshly lit handmade candles and soft bite of cinnamon cookies. This was supposed to be a good month. A light touch of the first snowflakes and piano blues. This was supposed to be a good year. 366 days of endless explorations and kind conversations. It ended up being nowhere and everywhere near at the same time.
Metrum
February
Terra Nullius
January
Heres
September
Curator
July
Vis Maior
October
Quantitatem
August
Cautio
September
Anchor
May
Directio
September
De facto
August
Mare Liberum
September
Qua
May
Gabriele Marija 