Buckeye Surgeon

 Yorick It never comes easy— Every page stained yellow By the sweat of the words. So much effort expended  Linking one delicate thought  To ...

 Fake ID We become ourselves over time Or at least a version of one that lasts Long enough to start to seem permanent. You can’t remember ev...

The Grinder It never comes easy— Every page stained yellow By the sweat of the words. So much effort expended  Linking one delicate thought ...

 The Afterlife When you die you just go on Living the life you thought you had, Only nothing new can be added. Every day is a reconfiguratio...

 Papers Please We become ourselves over time Or at least a version of one that lasts Long enough to start to seem permanent. You can’t remem...