“The colours when I close my eyes are the white of snow & the white of the corpses. Flames from the chimney, snow, cold and loneliness.” - These words carry so much. #AnneFrankParallelStories
“I like the city late at night, the blasts of music and the splashes of light cast from bars that are still open, shoals of brightly-dressed clubber, the beeping taxis and the greasy, savoury smell of meat and onions from the burger vans.”