“Everlasting Memories. They hum softly in the heart’s quiet places, waiting for that long-lost song, that vintage picture, that lonely night to summon them forth.…”
“The platform hums with subterranean cold, a carousel of stories left untold. Fluorescent lights flicker in tired hums, as midnight on the empty turnstile comes.…”
“We build our rooms around the empty spaces, where once were voices, laughter, familiar faces. A corner chair where afternoon light would gleam, now holds…”