Written by George Gad Economou   every night dissipating in crepuscular, tiny rooms there to vanish into the words and works of those that lived in different eras, back when traveling still required balls, guts, and determination to brace untamed dangers, instead of patience to deal with bureaucracy.   no real home to go…Alleyway Ghosts —… Continue reading Alleyway Ghosts — Edge of Humanity Magazine