Hunger is reserved for the living.

But now, at the edge of oblivion, the Third Horseman gave him company. His stomach clenched so violently that he screamed until his vocal cords bled, matching the pool of wine beneath him. Suddenly, he became beholden to every delectable smell imaginable, as was expected of an Italian restaurant….

I stare into a black mirror,

waiting for your reflection…

You step up, unzip, the zipper gets stuck a little, so you have to zip it back and unzip it again fully. Just as you’re about to experience the small, ever-fleeting nicotine-buzz of solitude right before you’re about to be in the middle seat of the plane… another man walks in. Fine. Acceptable. This is a public space. But then… he chooses the urinal directly next to you. No respect for the sacred gap

Purgatorio, otherwise known as Purgatory, is the state of waiting to either enter the pearly gates or the pits of hell. It’s also the best way to describe my entire military career.