Silent is the ruined land.Man is brutaland the rain does not wash awaythe painor rid the distant memory.It makes it glisten.

There are many places that are not made for staying,” Heckleck said. “They are too harsh, too hard, and too far away from whatever you call home. You don’t root where you don’t have to,...

It was amazing what I could remember about myself when I retraced my own steps.

Were we all like that? Were we all trying to change how we looked on the outside to match how we felt on the inside? Were we all trying to change how people saw us?

I want to make my mark,’ he says.But what target, I wonder, are you going to hit?

My name is Lake Suck and this is my manifesto. I swear to be myself. To think for myself. I will not be led by social conventions. I will make my own way through the...