The Angel of Death alighted on a rooftop and watched the foul smoke coming from the traffic that passed below. A steady gust of wind…
This day never ends. It just plays over and over. I go to sleep and wake up the next day and it is today again.
Part II
To be read whilst wearing a hand-crafted bathrobe, made…
I consider myself a mediocre writer — somewhere in the sweet spot between excellent and appalling…