Dreams are but moments between life and death. —————————— To condense fact from the vapor of nuance. The first quote is my own, perhaps. I found it on a sticky note in my car, written by my hand, so presumably it was some random thought that entered my mind. This blog post has bounced around […]Read More Dreams are but moments between life and death.
So, I brought a spirit home from a graveyard. And while I know how crazy this sounds, the more time that passes, the more I’m beginning to believe it. Screw beginning to believe. I’m certain of it. Warning: this will make me sound absolutely insane, and I’m fine with it. I’m a bit crazy, and […]Read More I Brought a Spirit Home from a Graveyard
I sat down at my piano a few hours ago and tried to improvise a song. The process proved mildly successful, but it was also nothing new, nothing that I haven’t heard before in my own mind—the same key progressions and shifts, the same chords and tempos, just arranged differently. Much like the same thoughts […]Read More Brokenly Human
It turns out that I am not dead. That’s a good thing. Not blogging for the last year-plus is not a good thing, and it gets even worse when you hear my bullshit excuse. I had planned to edit a novel for the blog, similar to the others I posted. Then, like a smart person, […]Read More Hi, AGain
Greetings. This post has been a long time coming. Much time has passed between this post and my last. Mostly due to anxiety concerning what I would post after this piece of fiction is complete: these are the final two chapters of Sealandia, and for those who any of the novella, I hope you enjoyed […]Read More -29- Kortena -30- All We Can Do