The Writer and the Rememberer, together they wander through a mostly deserted buildings, searching for something they barely know they lack.

The Writer and the Rememberer, together they wander through a mostly deserted buildings, searching for something they barely know they lack.

The Writer and the Rememberer, together they wander through a mostly deserted buildings, searching for something they barely know they lack.

A book on the nightstand - pillow talking - the hands of two lovers. When "she" woke "him" up in the middle of the night, telling him about a dream that was less than pleasant, leading to explosion of an argument, each intending on hurting the other. For how can this relationship progress, when mutual understanding is nowhere to be found, even in their dream.

A book on the nightstand - pillow talking - the hands of two lovers. When "she" woke "him" up in the middle of the night, telling him about a dream that was less than pleasant, leading to explosion of an argument, each intending on hurting the other. For how can this relationship progress, when mutual understanding is nowhere to be found, even in their dream.

A short story in three parts—verbally contemplating on the death of an insignificant person—riddled with self loathing of both the living, and the dead. For death is a bitter tasting joke with no set-up; only a shocking punchline leaving those who remain with the unbearable weight of grief and longing.

A short story in three parts—verbally contemplating on the death of an insignificant person—riddled with self loathing of both the living, and the dead. For death is a bitter tasting joke with no set-up; only a shocking punchline leaving those who remain with the unbearable weight of grief and longing.

A short story in three parts—verbally contemplating on the death of an insignificant person—riddled with self loathing of both the living, and the dead. For death is a bitter tasting joke with no set-up; only a shocking punchline leaving those who remain with the unbearable weight of grief and longing.

The last remnant of memories, before it forever perished.

A short story in three parts—verbally contemplating on the death of an insignificant person—riddled with self loathing of both the living, and the dead. For death is a bitter tasting joke with no set-up; only a shocking punchline leaving those who remain with the unbearable weight of grief and longing.