Man. Aged 13, 21, 33, 45, 50, 65, 82, 101. Seeks love. In the form of a woman. Not to perpetuate DNA. Or share romantic weekends in cities that don’t exist. Or mutually affirm our existence by idealizing one another. Nor to coexist in financial servitude. Nor to partner up for the sake of easing…… Continue reading Man


I want to die. Not today. Preferably not tomorrow. But hypothetically soon. Life is a gift utterly wasted on me. No one and nothing is to blame. Most of the time I love this life, especially its vegetables. But I am incurably sad. Not sitting-by-window-staring-out-window-looking-at-sky-with-occasional-sigh sadness, No, this sadness runs deep and dangerously dark. Until…… Continue reading Cardiograph