In whose absence I am lost.

A visual illustration of what it looks like to be both simultaneously joyful and sad.


The joy of eating a fat cookie in a big city on an autumn night.

The sadness of wishing you had a blonde sitting next to you to share it with.

Loving someone intensely, truly, madly over time means being able to be apart, and also longing for that person’s presence in their absence.

A cookie in the city someday soon, mein Countess.

Also, I do get lost easily, so there’s very practical reasons for desiring her presence as well.