To let one's hate- and disgust-filled head slump onto one's breast.
© Franz Kafka  

easy peasy


Screams carry very well over the river. Can be heard for half a league out sometimes. Seems like every shore I pilot away from, them screams come out on the water behind me. I carry death wherever I go, it seems.

Charon and Thanatos. The boatman and the judgment.

  • relative: so, are you dating anyone?
  • me: yeah, actually! want to see them?
  • relative: sure!
  • relative: why are you starting up a video game