The first thing that struck Brahms was the smell of the air in the room. The air didn’t smell as clean and airy as he had imagined it to be. It smelled like old drafty wood with the faintness of polish as if to mask the musty smell of wherein … Continue Reading

One misty evening, two masked men, one tall and the other hunched forward were walking along quickly along a dimly lit street. Maintaining the requisite social distance, they mumbled to each other while exchanging anxious looks. All the houses lining the street interspersed with cedar streets had shutters down, blocking … Continue Reading