Monthly Archives: September 2018

“Things … things could’ve been better. I wish it had been better. Something, I don’t know what, seemed to hold me back, hold me in. A mental thing. I’m sure there’s a name for it, but what does it matter … Continue reading →

“Narrowness of mind, uniformity of thought, cowardice in the face of challenging ideas. Yet I recognize these can be ways of trying to hold our fragile and friable psyches together in the midst of constant assault, from without and within. … Continue reading →

“Dry. They like dry food.”    

“I don’t know where dreams come from. Most of mine are just scraps and jumbles. But sometimes you get one that will just pierce you through, more vivid and coherent than anything in reality, even if it’s thrown together a … Continue reading →