“Without requirements or design…
He gently opens his eyes. Upon sniffing, the earthy and barren scent of his room…
I feel like emotions and feelings have a small little world of their own. Small and little, yet…
It’s 6 a.m. on a Monday morning.
He stumbles into his hotel room. A warm, mysterious space, scenting like the air-freshener from the local grocery store. For the past few…
I have been existing just fine.
I have been observing. People. Places. Things. Nothing extraordinary. An assemblage…
