For darkness restores what light cannot repair. Joseph Brodsky The fact that we are living does not mean we are not sick. Life—the way it really is—is a battle…
You have to die a few times before you can really live Charles Bukowski The People Look Like Flowers at Last Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good,…
This will be a translation of the Memory that resides on the ship Calypso. On the second deck she either walks along the corridor, or sticks her head through…
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