There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach
Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.
Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost
She leaves my side and heads deeper into
All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.
I rouse Emily to our guests, as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands limp at my direction, pointing out the coming shadows and I cannot help but hear a...
I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is there that my stomach leaps into my throat. Squatting just shy of the light and part...
Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lostmemories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreamsplay when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the...
History doesn’t start with a tall building
That’s a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their rightmind would point at this thing and say, ‘I’m going to fly in my Model-A1’.
Did Bach ever eatpancakes at midnight?
Widening blood puddles spilled from suffocating death wounds.
If you're stuck in a puddle, it means there's higher ground all around you, you just have to step onto it.
Life's a gloomy puddle, until you start jumping in it.