Snapshots adrift in the developing solution. They spoke of times of happiness, promises of the future, an uncharted world of wonderful possibilities.


Bathed in red light, he was seated on the floor, propped against the wall with a bottle of bleach in his hands.



Though he knew she didn't meant it, he can't help but to ponder. Would his pregnant wife be living more comfortably now had he had ventured elsewhere?





FUCK.