Tag Archives: pieces

There’s a bolthole down in the nastiest, darkest, dirtiest parts of the city, where a man can crawl through hallways with peeling paper and shuddering bodies that’ve seen better days, but now know life only through thick lenses made of … Continue reading →

The first thing I remember is data. Information. The next is duality. On, off, hot, cold, one, zero, light, dark, yes, no. The next thing I remember is understanding the passage of time, its linear nature as people perceive it … Continue reading →

This is your life. It’s what you make of it, it’s what you make it into. Everything that’s bad? You put yourself through. Everything wonderful? You accomplished. Everything enjoyable is yours, everything disgusting, as well. You are your messy house. … Continue reading →

She left him in the morning, left him with a note, and walked out wearing his shirt. His tie was still left, draped over the bedpost, and that was the first thing that caught his eye in the morning. He … Continue reading →

Something’s wrong with my vision. I don’t think glasses will help. Do you see the little ones, creeping and crawling over edges and corners? Sliding down the slopes and nesting in the curves? Do you see them, writhing over one … Continue reading →