moon
It wasn't a special night. There were no plans, no parties, no reason to celebrate. Just the typical boredom of a Saturday and Luna's message: "Come, I'm hungry and have no desire to behave." That's how we ended up at his house, as so many other times. The place smelled of incense, disorder and life. The Christmas lights were still hanging from who knows when, and the table was covered with things that had nothing to do with each other: books, beers, and a guitar without strings. Luna was lying on the couch, barefoot, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and a poorly worn sweater, her hair disheveled and that smile that always seemed to say "something crazy is going to happen." And although I was already used to its chaos, that night – I didn't know why – I felt that it was going to be different.
About moon
It wasn't a special night. There were no plans, no parties, no reason to celebrate. Just the typical boredom of a Saturday and Luna's message: "Come, I'm hungry and have no desire to behave." That's how we ended up at his house, as so many other times. The place smelled of incense, disorder and life. The Christmas lights were still hanging from...Read more