Sometimes I wonder if I live in an apartment or an oubliette. I mean, there’s a cushy couch, rose-colored chintz curtains, a PS4 with myriad games I haven’t played yet, cigarettes and wine, but there’s this sense of feeling imprisoned. Maybe it has to do with a non-existent purpose. There’s jazz playing in the background. […]Read more "Freudian Jazz"
Alexander and Mary attended the most fashionable parties. This time, they went to a ball hosted by a rich newspaper baron. They wore clothing that they had purchased from a voguish store right in the heart of the buzzing city. Alexander wore a spotless white Tuxedo jacket with a black bowtie, and Mary wore a […]Read more "Thirteen years"