A series of brief vignettes chronicling a man in the midst of a romantic break-up.

Stars, hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires. Nor any truck.

Everything would be fine. Maurice had made up his mind. He had made a list: pick a date, announce his retirement, sell the car, see old friends, and empty the garage. Then, die with dignity.

Everything would be fine. Maurice had made up his mind. He had made a list: pick a date, announce his retirement, sell the car, see old friends, and empty the garage. Then, die with dignity.

One man. One (small) motorbike. The open road.

A series of brief vignettes chronicling a man in the midst of a romantic break-up.

Stars, hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires. Nor any truck.

Stars, hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires. Nor any truck.

A series of brief vignettes chronicling a man in the midst of a romantic break-up.

Stars, hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires. Nor any truck.