Social misfit and wannabe writer. Mythology and folklore aficionado and pop culture glutton.
Seven years.
It had been seven years since he left New York, and he was still convinced that reality was of no use to him. So he avoided daylight when he could, because reality overpowered everything else in daylight, and everything else was what kept Vincent from falling apart. Only in the make-believe world of the night did he find momentary reprieve from the gaping void reality kept shoving down his throat.
Perched atop one of the giant speakers, Vincent . . .
Seven years.
It had been seven years since he left New York, and he was still convinced that reality was of no use to him. So he avoided daylight when he could, because reality overpowered everything else in daylight, and everything else was what kept Vincent from falling apart. Only in the make-believe world of the night did he find momentary reprieve from the gaping void reality kept shoving down his throat.
Perched atop one of the giant speakers, Vincent . . .
