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,…
He hardly noticed how many days had passed. He slept and woke up and got up only to drink water and pee. All the wounds were still fresh and his…
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…