“Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.” — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“That’s a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their right mind would point at this thing and say,… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“History doesn’t start with a tall building and a card with your name written on it, but jokes do. I think someone… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach in a hangman’s noose. It is this same… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“Look Samuel!” She points to the couple—I noticing a twig sticking out of her hair. “Mannequins.” — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“Cry no tears for us, my friend.” I pry at her fingers, panicking to be released in fear that she may drag… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“I can’t help but ask, “Do you know where you are?” She turns to me with a foreboding glare. “Do you?” — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“I rouse Emily to our guests, as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“I wondered whether you and Mr. Locke had any recollection about the past. I see now that we all suffer the same.” — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“Her eyes sparkle with a rising dampness. “I’ve seemed to overstep myself, Samuel.” — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“Yes—and had we one, you’d probably never see us at all.” Mrs. Locke adds jokingly. Emily pulls ecstatically against my clothing, a… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“She leaves my side and heads deeper into the apartment singing, “—if the spirit tries to hide, its temple far away… a… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost memories? Then are we not each… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
