[Here's a face none of you have seen for awhile. And I'll bet you all thought he'd left. Pfft. Nope, it's Isaac, looking exceptionally pale and haggard. He's huddled at the window, a blanket draped over his shoulders. The curtains have been opened, offering a dull grey light to the darkened room through the icy panes.The lights keep going out, if ( Read more... )

[The impossible to reach New York City skyline is one thing. But his paintings appearing on walls and heroin being sold in the market is another. Figuratively, Isaac has drawn the blinds and assumed a fetal position to escape his own nightmare.

No, really. He's terrified to leave his flat now and just wants this over right now. For a moment, the ( Read more... )

[The voice feature switches on and is followed by a long stretch of what would be silence, were it not for the sound of the waves crashing in the background. Isaac is still on the beach, and he hasn't the drive or energy to leave just yet. He may or may not have been sitting there for hours now ( Read more... )