In the midst of chaos.

To Mr E minor,

Sir, you’ve always trusted me. So please - let go for once. Let me in.

Dear S/L S. Rogers,

Mate, we live in the cracks. And nobody’s filthier than us rats in Intel.

To Sieg,

In your eyes, one could see not just the glamour and excess of the 30s, but also the sky and the depth of the atlantic.

Dear Mil,

No matter how far apart we are, as long as my heart is still beating, I will love you.

Invitation to the operahouse

They are like exhibits in a museum; like puppets on a stage. They are not discarded - just tossed aside, temporarily, they said.