EROS It was Sunday and gloomy--every day to me was gloomy. I was still on the loose from the social justice warriors and keyboard smashers, and it became more gloomy. Gloomy. Dreary. Cloudy. A regular day for me—except I am nursing a sleeping stranger in my house. On a typical day, I was either painting or traveling to gain ideas and inspiration. That way, the visual bank inside my head would expand, and the ocean of images, shapes, symbols, and patterns would drown me into the abyss. Port was inside the room for almost two days already. For once, he's alive. He responds but does not go out of bed, doesn't take his meals which I was worried about because if this person died under my care, I would be doomed. Today is his third day at my house. "Hello, Eros, I miss you so much!" Ara, Perth's girlfriend, greeted me as she entered my house. She passed me a box of pizza and a
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