This Smoke is a Lie

This smoke is a lie. It can’t ease my anger, or swallow my pain. All it can do is allow me a dream, a heady vision within its cloud. The tale it tells is of a moment much easier than now, much easier than truth. If the truth shall set me free, then this smoke...

Masque

"Who do you come for?" "Many." "All?" "Not all."

Absinthe Robette

“After the first glass of absinthe you see things as you wish they were. After the second you see them as they are not. Finally you see things as they really are, and that is the most horrible thing in the world." - Oscar Wilde