Jack Brezler

The Heart Locket and the Tired Man

The sky is blanketed by ashen clouds, leaving the empty New York illuminated by the still functioning streetlamps. In a single apartment of a random apartment building, twelve floors above the ground, is a man lying on his bed, watching his ceiling through the darkness. He hopes silently to be able to sleep soon and leave this world behind for a few hours. His eyelids even began to droop when-