I look at Suzette’s face, and try to remember how she used to be, but she’s always been the same. We don’t age, only our photos grow younger.
The thorn in the heart, Michel Gondry
I look at Suzette’s face, and try to remember how she used to be, but she’s always been the same. We don’t age, only our photos grow younger.
The thorn in the heart, Michel Gondry