Sometime in 2010, I got into the habit of writing these things called letters. It’s like blogging, except someone’s listening. Presumably.
The opposite of love is not hate but indifference. Hell, similarly, is not tragic, but static. The terror of a book like Scott Wrobel’s Cul de Sac is that nothing outwardly changes.
Think After Reading
Sometime in 2010, I got into the habit of writing these things called letters. It’s like blogging, except someone’s listening. Presumably.