There’s a girl with multicoloured shoelaces, legs akimbo on the floor
as she pages through one of a dozen Kurt Cobain books on the shelf above
her. Meanwhile, I’m raising an eyebrow at the sign saying “kraftwork” in
the middle of some CDs.
There’s a girl with multicoloured shoelaces, legs akimbo on the floor
as she pages through one of a dozen Kurt Cobain books on the shelf above
her. Meanwhile, I’m raising an eyebrow at the sign saying “kraftwork” in
the middle of some CDs.