Three different fictional pieces on Ouroboros

Attempting to make peace with the inseparable nature of love and grief, two sides of the coin.

A collection of ramblings before I can come up with something more coherent.

Lessons, lessons, lessons.

And we will worry about what to make for dinner and if we will get a job offer from our dream company and if our clothes match our shoes and we will have problems about the server giving us the wrong order and we will complain about some kids being too loud in the cinema instead.

Hello. I hope you’re doing well and all that. This might be a monthly thing, depending on my ability to catch up to the present. Don’t get your hopes up.