Halfway
When I was seven or eight years old, I used to lie awake at night and imagine the end of … Continue reading Halfway
Tag: writing
Accountability
They told me it would be “life-changing.” That justice would be served. That the years I spent fighting this monolith … Continue reading Accountability
Where am I? And what the hell time is it?
It’s after midnight again, and despite having no real reason to be awake this late anymore, here I am– my … Continue reading Where am I? And what the hell time is it?
El Gigante Picante del Monte 