In the kitchen while a fire crackles in the living room under the faint sounds of Scriabin

29/12/1990 Come in, please. I don’t want you to get cold out there. It’s been too long, hasn’t it? I don’t think we’ve seen each other since my father passed. 5 years, then. Really? That long? Well it’s great to see you as always, even if you’re just passing through… Read more“In the kitchen while a fire crackles in the living room under the faint sounds of Scriabin”