The writer's curse is that even in solitude, no matter its duration, he never grows lonely or bored. — Criss Jami, Killosophy
The writer's curse is that even in solitude, no matter its duration, he never grows lonely or bored. — Criss Jami, Killosophy
The writer's curse is that even in solitude, no matter its duration, he never grows lonely or bored. — Criss Jami, Killosophy
The writer's curse is that even in solitude, no matter its duration, he never grows lonely or bored. — Criss Jami, Killosophy
The writer's curse is that even in solitude, no matter its duration, he never grows lonely or bored. — Criss Jami, Killosophy
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The writer's curse is that even in solitude, no matter its duration, he never grows lonely or bored.

— Criss Jami, Killosophy
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