
The Fine Wine Blues
The small glass sitting on my table was sweating profusely. Small beads of water slowly...
The small glass sitting on my table was sweating profusely. Small beads of water slowly...
I can barely think of anything to write about. I’m forced to sit and stare...
Asking why is a waste of time In order to explain this ironically, I have...
I’ve been dancing around a certain topics that deal with the use of willpower. Those...
The literal translation of Memento Mori is “remember death”. I’ve been looking into a lot...