Memoirs of a Life Unlived

Wires and a net this time last week now a concrete coated tongue. With rich concussion this kind of fall feels cruel. But one might ask who predicts their own steps bandaged by such a task?

Wires and a net this time last week now a concrete coated tongue. With rich concussion this kind of fall feels cruel. Who predicts their own steps?

In the old district buildings face lifted by warm Spring sunshine allow you a glimpse of dark history.

He waited and slammed on the pedal too late -  she checked her hair and pulled the trigger - he made the phone call - pushed the button -  signed the papers. Look at these acts stripped down to parts and wires, repeat the clich és, gawk at geared outcomes, ruination, and modern life clatters on reducing your concerns to words.