What is an alleyway?  I ask myself this as my own footsteps echo back into my ears. It’s quiet. It’s dark.  It’s going on forever.  In the simplest of words, my personal definition would be a short walk-space often found between two, neighboring buildings. They’re often times occupied by dumpsters, bags of garbage, and—perhaps—the occasional shady individual.  … Continue reading The Roaming Chronicles 2: The Infinite Alleyway →