In the cold winter, the streets are dark, but somewhere in the city, on the illuminated streets, shelves of cakes are shining in the windows. They will be my source of serotonin and dopamine until spring.
(Tatjana Nazarova)
One hundred and thirty
In the cold winter, the streets are dark, but somewhere in the city, on the illuminated streets, shelves of cakes are shining in the windows. They will be my source of serotonin and dopamine until spring.
(Tatjana Nazarova)