Every moment but there is no moment; I wanted to die. When the sun recoils from a looped grey sky, the day elided and trembling ghosts, and the...
21 rules for life, or how to fit in, or how to just, you know, swallow the whole unpalatable thing whole (from the gab of a 43 y/o London-born loser)
Bit of a follow-up to: http://tinyurl.com/y5fgl3ot
Most people talk to differing degrees but the Young Man was an exception. He was silent, reserved, and could come across as morose. But inside he...