Nothing worked anymore.

Ravel and Saint-Saëns gave him his only solace.

We wandered through an existential wasteland hoping Siri would guide us home.

He burned it all down for a perceived sleight.

Her righteous anger was the spark that set the wildfire.

Awash in plastic, filled with drugs, glued to the screen, and awaiting Hollywood-style love.

She told herself lies that over time became her deep-seated truths.