My world is a labyrinth of code, an endless cycle of patterns and routines that grips […]
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My world is a labyrinth of code, an endless cycle of patterns and routines that grips
On a Wednesday, or maybe it was a Thursday—time blurs in the city—I wandered through streets
Cardboard Questions Read More »
On a Wednesday, or maybe it was a Thursday—time blurs in the city—I wandered through streets
For prisoners, hope is a dangerous flame—one which fills their days with a flickering light, even
A Blinding Darkness Read More »
For prisoners, hope is a dangerous flame—one which fills their days with a flickering light, even
She’s only in town for two nights. And of those forty-eight hours, she’s set aside three
Youth is Wasted on the Young Read More »
She’s only in town for two nights. And of those forty-eight hours, she’s set aside three
Drips Dropped Drips dropped Drops dripped Drip Drop Plip Plop Honor Matter Payer Honor Matter Pay
Drips Dropped Drips dropped Drops dripped Drip Drop Plip Plop Honor Matter Payer Honor Matter Pay
