Empty shells all bleachedScattered amongst sandy dunesNothing begets nothingness
Quiet Solitude Creeps into the morning dewAlways me alone
Being stuck in an apartment in NYC during this pandemic is more difficult than I thought it would be. It has been 60 plus days, and I have only left the apartment three times. Each time leaving the apartment felt… Continue Reading →
Reality is such a fucked up thing. It is hard enough trying to parse one’s own thoughts and pick a direction (step right, up folks! any direction will do!), but add an unknown period of time to work within and… Continue Reading →
What is there to say about Las Vegas? Every time that I come here it’s the same story. The burst of optimism that surges as I disembark from the plane and that slowly dissipates as I stand in the taxi… Continue Reading →
From his window, he watched the people below mill in and out of the art gallery across the street. A new exhibit had just opened. Some well known figurative painter or something. The paintings looked crude to him from what… Continue Reading →
He closed his eyes, focused on his breath, and tried to center himself. The nausea came in waves and seem to saturate every fiber of his being. He tried to detach himself from the physical discomfort and become a dispassionate… Continue Reading →
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