What if everyone leaves? What if they all leave me before I decide what to do? Stay, I’m trying to articulate. No sound, Sunday ends.
Like a Sunday afternoon…

What if everyone leaves? What if they all leave me before I decide what to do? Stay, I’m trying to articulate. No sound, Sunday ends.
Covid’s cases in Australia have dropped sharply, and the country has avoided the crisis. After a few weeks in lockdown, back to normal, we’re easing…
Pedaling, with or without music, lets the spirit escape. And on my saddle, the ideas flow. Most of them are gone, and here are a few…
Masturbating is generally part of everyone’s habits, with varying degrees of frequency. But in a hostel… it gets complicated…
Anyway, the day after my date with Tom, I write him a little text. It takes him hours to answer me, ok, he works, but I have to say that my eyes often scroll mechanically through my mobile phone in search of the text message.
Anyway I set it up… And wow… Uh it’s Tinder model agency ? No, because the profile after profile I feel like I’m looking at sexy firemen’s calendar…
Sometimes happiness doesn’t mean much. Here’s a short story about characters who are on the verge of depression and are either holding out or not.