Time does not take away memories that linger. The old man pauses and philosophically reflects on the past that continues to haunt his present existence. He thinks freely; his thoughts go back in time, as he recounts the simplicity of living in an age when he was once so vibrantly energetic and youthful.

A bit of writing in response to people who are tortured by mean emails written to them. Written from the point of view of a cyber-stalked female.

Music is good. Rap music is bad. Rap music played at maximum decibel level is torturous. Why can’t rap music listeners listen to their music like normal people?