Mrks Thumbs got older this month. Got even less serious. And even more zombie. But, in spite of all blue light nights and days, motion keeps running there into my head, untouchable. My hair is still intact. My eyes bright, even away of pixels shine. So should be life, to the next and wiser year, and after. Screensaving and re-searching for happiness.
Cheers from my orange birthday box, with some grownup hidden in, holding a smile and a brand new white idea.