Tief in Gedanken saß Nathaniel auf seiner Couch in dem kürzlich wiederhergestellten Wohnzimmer und starrte auf die Kristallfigur in seiner Hand. An einer Spitze hätte man sich gut stechen können. Er berührte die Stelle vorsichtig mit dem Daumen und lächelte. Read More »

Friday night and I have my tongue. The first hour was spent trying to sate a hunger that will always be there, one I have rarely felt this strongly. And though the first sips were rejuvenating I am now left a changed man. Jason should be here any minute. I look forward to seeing him, even though I feel like not seeing anyone. Read More »

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People really don’t make much sense at all, most of the time. This place is once more drifting to chaos. By no means due to some alien influence, but rather through the stupidity and social blindness people display on such a regular basis that it keeps giving me the wrong kind of a headache. Read More »