The abundance of small things, it’ll bury you.

Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.

It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and...

being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

I looked deeply into the fire, and the timeless, eternal dance of colors I saw there was so beautiful, I wanted to cry. Cal’s deep voice floated toward me as clearly as a whisper in...

Es extraño y peligroso como podemos encariñarnos con los lugares de trabajo. No hay signo más seguro de una soledad.