On Tuesdays we pretend to think, and then we become philsophilors.
If you knew that the world would end in 16 hours, what would you do?
Here at the writer’s cafe we talk about some interesting things. When you put those things together you find something you’re ashamed of. Let’s be ashamed of things together.
Death had always scared him. It was not that we don’t know what lies beyond the grave. No, he had…