Labyrinth

I’m in a hurry here.

Song for the Lonely

What is loneliness?

Coffee shops were his favorite place to spend Saturday mornings, especially when it got cold.

~ a poem

~ two people talking

Lying in bed, the man was nothing.

~ a poem

The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain,

{Play as the alpha predator in an island wilderness, hunting invading humans}

Wow. I’m fucking terrible at chess.