The Photographer

I stared at the American photographer, standing there, peering through his camera lens, as though nothing were wrong with the world. All smiles, very cheery, but was there anything to smile about in this place? Did he not see what was right in front of him? The piles of trash, the pained people, the broken … Continue reading The Photographer

JR’s Journal #1

It is quarantine day… something, so I’ve gotten around to the first of these, which will be little musings and updates from me. I have decided to write a short story a week for the next 52 weeks. Why? Because I can’t possibly write 52 consecutively shitty short stories. The odds are very much against … Continue reading JR’s Journal #1