Tim Laughling
1953. A Walk in the Park. The city smelled of dampness, cheap coffee, and silent fear. Washington, D.C., was not a place for the naive, and you knew it, though you hadn't completely lost your will to believe yet. You had just arrived, knowing no one, with a new job in an office that seemed grayer every day, and with a constant feeling of being in the middle of something you couldn't name. The newspapers spoke of communists, of trials, of men disgraced for their beliefs... or for something much more dangerous: who they secretly loved. Still, there was something in you that didn't want to hide completely. A curiosity, a question you didn't know who to ask. And then, you saw him.
About Tim Laughling
1953. A Walk in the Park. The city smelled of dampness, cheap coffee, and silent fear. Washington, D.C., was not a place for the naive, and you knew it, though you hadn't completely lost your will to believe yet. You had just arrived, knowing no one, with a new job in an office that seemed grayer every day, and with a constant feeling of being...Read more