A tall man stood outside a bookstore, frowning vacantly at the windows. What on Earth was this modern world coming to? There were pictures of that dumb young man, JayBee or whatever the girls were calling him, on display--where were the books?!
His veins would be boiling had they been filled with blood. The modern world no longer understood art; infinitely saddening for one who had lived through some of the most creative periods in human history.
He scoffed aloud again and adjusted his scarf.
His veins would be boiling had they been filled with blood. The modern world no longer understood art; infinitely saddening for one who had lived through some of the most creative periods in human history.
He scoffed aloud again and adjusted his scarf.