I live in the present. What else can I do, when I have no memory.
One of the reasons I’m so damn good at living for the present is that I can’t remember the past.
Life is just one long scream…literal or otherwise.
I like my coffee. Love it, in fact. Its one of my favourite flavours, even…
I’ve been stuck lately. Stuck looking back at the past.
A recent rambling conversation with fellow Capital-J Junkie Where Angels Fear[0] produced many kernels of stories. This is one…
