Black sludge seeps from the walls; drops from the ceiling and splashes against my face. I do not even close my eyes, though some drips in. My skin, from neck to...
Tyler Plofker is a writer in NYC. In his free time, you can find him eating sugary breakfast cereals, laying out in the sun, or walking through the streets of New York City in search of this or that. He loves writing bios in third person.