Never Too Late!

Never Too Late!
any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is mere bad luck
we are all lying in the gutter, but some of us are trying to get up

1.4.05


Escape is not so easy... Circumstance conspires... Come evening, and somehow we find ourselves in possession once again... It is almost as if there were a conscious agency at work, engineering ghastly mocking coincidences...