is sometimes you admit things and the truth turns on you, buries you. Maybe it is possible to be too truthful. Maybe there are some feelings better kept to oneself. Maybe you are safer when you reveal nothing.
Rarely wrong/seldom right. Random ramblings about life, love, cinema, books, bad television, and many, many suggestions for you. (Photos are from unknown sources, unless otherwise stated. If you own one and you want me to credit you or take it down, please email me.)