Betrayal
I returned to New York to rewrite my darkest memories by force, yet somehow I wandered to this vantage point…
…and old wounds bleed fresh once again.
The Storm Is Coming
“Shall we run?”
The Cruelty Called New York
He took one last look and walked away — from the world chillingly known as Brutalism.
Thirst Of A Wolf
“The perfect world you so longed for—will very soon no longer be enough.”
One Of Us Moved On
“Is this where we part ways?”
The Green Light Is Dead
“After Gatsby’s death the East was haunted for me like that, distorted beyond my eyes’ power of correction.”
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Blind To The Red Light
“Out of nowhere a storm came, and immediately we lost our ways.”
The Adult Guessing Game
“There are very few things that I detest more than the guesswork of where you are.”
Spring, Imagined
“Is that truly what you are—or merely an illusion I had painted of you?”
“I See You.”
“Whenever you sit alone, steeped in the dark of thoughts—what do you see?”
The Seat By The Window
“Yes, this seat by the window is perfect.”
He had hoped to greet his surprise—which never came.
What Have You Become
“Run.”
Trapped In His Thoughts
“No matter how hard I try, I can’t figure it out.”
Reality Beyond Your Gates
“One day when you finally look beyond your line of vision, you’ll see… what was once around exists no more.”