Category Fragments of a Dream

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 →