I feel like I’m being buried by weeks and time, each day is a shovel of dirt. The perspective taken – that place people go, who’ve had sustained trauma, is a place where nothing matters because we’re all dead eventually … Continue reading →
Men spoke to him. About other men. They cursed a lot and all that he could see was their mouths moving. Thin masculine lips each trying to improve upon the size of its naturally allocated cock. Tales of adventure and … Continue reading →
This time he was on a train; he had never actually been on a train, so it was completely imaginary. Everybody had their own booth and played video games, but the booths were picture-taking booths, so they would take quarters … Continue reading →