Small talk. I suck at it.

I second that. Beautiful writing.

That takes a lot of mental strength. It's admirable. I speak as someone who has spent over a decade living a very reclusive life now.

A grown ass night sky should act like it. Enough with the theatrics, I say.

He'll be safely back in the sweet embrace of his narcissistic delusions soon enough. That's the unfortunate thing about them. No truth will hit them hard enough.

For me, it was probably Bram Stoker's Dracula. I was very young when I read it too.

It changed how I thought about writing, because up to that point books had been fun, epic or sad to me. For some reason, I had never imagined that horror could be effectively conveyed through writing alone.

Same here. I wasn't really a Bond fan before Craig, tbh. And Spectre somewhat killed what I liked about the Craig series. Never watched No Time To Die.

I'm thirty eight if we're just going by the calendar, but physically I'm an eighty year old. And mentally, I'm long dead.

What does the J stand for? Jūryo?