Pain could be killed. Sadness could not, but the drugs did shut its mouth for a time.

“Google “brooklyn writer” and you’ll get, Did you mean: the future of literature…”

“Best to let the broken glass be broken glass, let it splinter into smaller piec…”

“They jostled one another, competed for space below as they did above, in a minu…”

“New York City in life was much like New York City in death. It was still hard t…”