“All colors made me happy even grey.” Nabokov, Pale Fire
A German carpenter by day working hard to follow a Jewish carpenter, exploring writing as a creative outlet. Passionate about learning through practice and observation.
I’ve retired from naming shit after myself. The last one ended in a divorce decree and a lawyer’s bill. A building, park, or library wing? Yeah, I can see it now—crumbling foundations, overgrown weeds, or a dusty annex no one visits. Hard pass.
Lol Or… here it me out, the library is flourishing, cozy nook with wonderful books that are well read and the park has green grass natural spiring with kids innocently playing as the neighbors hear laughter in the background. I feel you but the world is full of possibilities.
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BB Grey--musings 
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