A place of innocence

He found in the darkness of his house what he had, in a time of privilege, searched for across four continents: the nothingness in everything.

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Hardboiled Eggs I

At the bar, the bartender’s eyes are intent on Table 8, where those obnoxious ashawos are sipping their drinks. An ungodly, almost sensual, kind of pleasure courses through his veins while his fingers caress the rim of a bottle underneath the bar.

The bottle he keeps for special customers…