Adam – 6.3

It's gone beyond operations.

There are anonymous hotel

rooms, lavish. Dull safe

houses, grey with cold and

secrets. Clandestine coffee

shop chats. A different face,

the same desire: I crave and

hate it all.

The fragments of this fiction are

blending with my reality,

and you, the bitter bystander,

won't come to my defence. Not again.