You must forgive me. A wave of nostalgia has hit and forced me to lie still in rememory. It was fitting, but I grew somber. How could I have forgotten the joy of this or that? How could I, when I have spent the better half forging life out of reason? So where was the … Continue reading Stop.
Category: Night
Hell after Hell, a Nightclub story
The minutes had grown to weeks that day, just another pile-driver to the head as I got yelled at a fourth time, this time for writing the wrong finding on a monitoring sheet. How was I, an amateur, supposed to know she had a rare heart disease!? (Through the admitting sheet, maybe.) We chatted it … Continue reading Hell after Hell, a Nightclub story
Ice
I walked down the rainy central district of this small city, and had just stopped at this street corner, when I came across a young mother and her two small kids. The family huddled by the window of a fast-food restaurant, under the guise of a roof about 3 storeys high. They weren’t apart from … Continue reading Ice
The Typewritten Tales 