The Gift of Amorality and Alcohol in Dark Times The Gift of Amorality and Alcohol in Dark Times By Louisa Leontiades But the loss of religion, shame and guilt left me without morals. Quite by chance, I found that I was amoral by choice.
The Hovel The Hovel By Louisa Leontiades What is here? Neglect is here. Overgrown plants are here. This hovel has never been occupied, never lived in, loved or cared for. It is dirty and lonely. It is private. It is the core of all things.
