One withers, another grows.

“By now, the morning sun was just over the horizon and it came at me like a side…”

“He explained how once we began to chime the hour, we lost the ability to be sat…”

“Small towns are like metronomes; with the slightest flick, the beat changes.”

“You know what the Buddhists say? Don't cling to things, because everything is i…”