The main road through the village. It’s not as deserted as it seems, this is just the woodsy bit in the middle of it. Also, the smaller version is pretty shitty in quality, but click it and look at the big one, it’s prettier.
Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt
...the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...
