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Part I: Ignoratio   1. Her name is Heather. She doesn’t say much when I first enter the cab. She sits, twiddling a lock of her short light brown hair around her slender knotted fingers. She flashes a half-smile as I take my seat, the cold leather sagging and grunting beneath my weight. I fiddle with the dial on the headphones, adjusting the volume to an escapist’s ideal. Lose myself to the forbidden drumbeats and blaring guitars of songs that help me to forget. I shake my he...

Mr. Laghi, Fuck this perfect little world. Do you know what it’s like to deal with afflictions of addiction and rotting cynicism? Do you? Do you know what it’s like to wake up every morning and find that everything you thought you knew has been stripped from your very essence? Within the confines of my own addiction, I struggle to understand just why she left, what exactly it is that I did. Fuck this perfect little world.  You want the truth about existence? Then look at you...

Part I: Ignoratio   1. Her name is Heather. She doesn’t say much when I first enter the cab. She sits, twiddling a lock of her short light brown hair around her slender knotted fingers. She flashes a half-smile as I take my seat, the cold leather sagging and grunting beneath my weight. I fiddle with the toggle on the headphones, adjusting the volume to an escapist’s ideal. Lose myself to the forbidden drumbeats and blaring guitars of songs that help me to forget. I shake my ...

There's a stranger sitting in my usual stool at the Lion's Head. I haven't seen him before, but I recognize the shirt he wears: a red t-shirt with an imprinted orange life vest on it and a monogram bearing the word 'Alvarez'. I order another San Mig. Having been claimed by this delectable elixir, I find it difficult to order anything but. "I've seen those shirts everywhere. What's it mean?" He munches on a handful of oriental crackers and nurses a draught Heineken. "Our whole family came. So ...

White light spills through the portholes on the heavy steel double doors, casting two perfect circles on the floor before us. Danny had to smuggle me down there, five decks below the Lion's Head, taking me through dark halls and steep stairwells. "Too many cameras", he had said gesturing to the little red lights in the darkness as we pass two in a darkened corridor. Danny new these paths well, having spent eighteen years on the same ship you get know all its nooks and crannies. He knew every ...