As days go by, the night's on fire. Italy, 1994.
“Do you think I'm wonderful? she asked him one day as they leaned against the trunk of a petrified maple. No, he said. Why? Because so many girls are wonderful. I imagine hundreds of men have called their loves wonderful today, and it's only noon. You couldn't be something that hundreds of others are.” Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is illuminated. I want you to write. If you're sad, upset, angry, depressed or just lonely, just write to me. I want to listen to you as much as I can. Want to see my face?