Eureka, light! Bulb strikes and a Polaroid picture paints the picture I have failed to see, but painted, over and over, and over again…...

SOMETIMES Sometimes I think about dying, well, I think about it a lot more than perhaps most. If I’m outside, I think about it at least...

Time is a currency without mercy, and my pockets are empty. I am overdrawn. I ache for touch, taste, and the indulgence of flesh. I ache...