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Small Fish, Big City (4)

Big City revealed a secret to Matthew; it was a place of hidden wonder and subtle malevolence.  After such a day of revelation, a bath eased the physical aches and pains and sliding into the cool sheets and fluffy pillow took the edge off the idea this place was now home. The trips back and […]

Small Fish, Big City (3)

The moon hung low in the sky glimmering behind the skyscrapers of Big City. It was dark by the time Matthew and his mother Clare finally made it home. The pizza was delicious. Matthew kept expecting his bacteria-vision to return and show the horror of the disease all over the pizza like it did in […]

Small Fish, Big City (2)

Matthew put the dried fish into his pocket and ran out the laundromat into the cool evening air. He hopped into the back seat of the car, squeezing past the laundry that didn’t make it into the trunk. “I passed a pizzeria here in the complex,” his mother began explaining, “and it smelled pretty good. […]

Small Fish, Big City (1)

Matthew hated the laundry mat. Loud, crowded and filled with people who had strange smells. It was bad enough to have to deal with his own laundry but the smell of other people’s laundry was something he could barely stand. Adding insult to injury there was an Indian restaurant right next door. The overwhelming scent of […]

Listening as the World Walks By (3)

Last time we talked I told you about the loss of mental imagery. My inner landscape, the way that I see the world had faded from my mind. I lost the ability to visualize anything using what I used to think of as memory. Impossible you think. No way to find yourself unable to create […]

Listening as the World Walks By (2)

Do you know what’s the hardest thing to bear? The silence. The godforsaken silence. The aliens in Doctor Who. The Silence. Capital T, Capital S. It inhabits you. It holds you close, it permeates your pores. You don’t know quiet. You only think you know what its like to be quiet. Imagine your house, right now. […]

Listening as the World Walks By (1)

I heard your brain takes seven minutes to stop thinking after you die. Seven minutes for your life, compressed as you know it, to slowly unwind, to run through your mind, that construct of id, ego, superego and for you to un-become everything you spent your entire life becoming. When my seven minutes came it […]

Motus Vita (9)

He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you. –Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche, “Beyond Good and Evil“, Aphorism 146 (1886)  He said I was screaming but I can’t remember. My head, my heart, my very soul […]

Wou Lonbraj

We are all time travelers. We just get to move forward one second at a time. –Unknown Josephus Daniels was a watchmaker in the Old West. When, is less important, for our needs because we are only going to be with Mr. Daniels for a single day. But for an artifact like the Wou Lonbraj, a single […]

Motus Vita (8)

You believe you can separate fantasy from reality. You’re starting from an incorrect premise. You believe there is a difference. –The Night Train The storm elementals closed us and the burning stink of ozone accompanied them. We could barely handle one. How in the world will we fight four? As we prepared to strike, their […]