The book I loaned him was on the bedside table, what a muse. He’s working back at the hotel and I’m pretending to work in a coffee shop. Give me the strength to lie convincingly. Or please don’t ask why. I don’t want to explain why I have an addiction to being terminated from theseContinue reading “My Strange Addiction”
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Anthropological Magical Realism 