You’re disoriented. You just woke up. You’re in the future. You’ve been asleep for eight hours.
$3.33Is that man's fate: to spend his closest hours to truth longing for a lie?
Another Roadside AttractionAn artist without ideas is a mendicant; barren, he goes begging among the hours.
The Agony and the EcstasyFunny that. We live in islands of Hours and we never seem to have time enough for anything...
Absolute MidnightNovels are food for the leftover hours of life, the in-between times, the moments of waiting.
I Have the Right to Destroy Myself