"I could hardly believe my eyes when I had scaled up the terracotta staircase; past the new, sleek lift-recently installed. There, I stood in front of Chloe Wintermann: Sometimes she hands me post that should’ve gone to mine, but somehow ended up getting to hers; I was occasioned once to think that she was actually stealing my letters, but I should of known better; there would be no gain looking at my soul-destroying letters; bereft of anything worthwhile or true?"

My upcoming book: A struggle between meaningful existence; professional practice and finding peace in a world of pain, hurt & tragedy: Some times the very objects and passions that we desire are out of reach for most of us; this is a story about regret but finding that inner-peace is the ultimate resolution.