He was always one to be fascinated with death. Thoroughly seduced by the moments after life’s bittersweet kiss lingered into nothingness and slaughter’s tender embrace rushed forth to consume. He told me that there were two types of people: those ruled by the desire for life, and those rule...
Maboroshi Souji, the product of a forgotten generation, caught between cosseting parents and an isolating social environment, struggles to find a greater purpose in this dog-eat-dog world. With dreams of going pro as a musician, he latches onto this passion of his as the only thing he knew. B...
The sad thing is suicide doesn't end the pain. It just passes it on to someone else. —James Kirkup
A person's best friend asks them to take care of their cat for a month whilst they're on a business trip. (Cover by @_ghostlav - https://twitter.com/_ghostlav)
A brother and sister have set off on a journey whose destination is unknown. In a moment of pause, the story of a consummated past gives rise to new life responses to his sister.
December 24th. The snow had taken the shape of the roofs it had fallen over. The weather was chilly but my living room was warm, thanks to the heater. "Sorry." Just one word sent from his LINE account. It could mean a lot of things.