Dear London,
As I lie here in bed, thinking of you, listening to you opposite me, separated only by curtains I cannot help but wonder what could have been. Your anger is…
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December 23, 2020
As I lie here in bed, thinking of you, listening to you opposite me, separated only by curtains I cannot help but wonder what could have been. Your anger is…
With the most wonderful time of the year approaching, the past 365 days look a little less than ideal, making us wonder if 2020 will even allow for a best…
Come, come close. Gather round… Boys and girls, ghosts and werewolves, from fully membered beings to beheaded zombies or free willing single hands, gather round, come close to hear the…
Querida Lisboa, For years you were a mystery. For a while you were exciting, soon routinely, quickly approaching boring. Now, you feel like history. There is not one day I…