The End and Days to Come

300 days, give or take of waking without any hard commitments, no required sentences; the days and nights, all my own- cursed and splendid (okay, mostly squandered, truth-be-told-- but I'll confess no more, no less than being blameless what I've been made to endure. There are no coping skills for extinction.) Nothing matters as the … Continue reading The End and Days to Come