She has had enough of it all.
he sat on the couch, trying his best not to let his eyes wander to a screen of any sort. he wanted a break. he…
his legs crosses in and his head disappears there — on cold building roofs. some steel some concrete. pollution fills his nostrils. he is…
The urge to jump. To run. To dance. All the external inferno fuelling a dream, a sense of satisfaction that is simply…
Seven tables. 15 seats. Pastries line one half of the counter display while cans & bottles fill up the other.