I do, inside, sometimes. And that's what Munch meant it to portray, I gather -- an inner "angst".
But outwardly, I'm serene and ... normal (whatever that is).
I do, inside, sometimes. And that's what Munch meant it to portray, I gather -- an inner "angst".
But outwardly, I'm serene and ... normal (whatever that is).
Half-marathon over. Sabbatical year over. It's back to "sacking shirt and oat cakes" as they say here.