Tag Archives: writing

Word on the street is that the price of dreams is pretty high. I can get ’em for you cheap, though. Just don’t ask whose dreams they are — sometimes it’s better when you don’t know. Last week, I sold … Continue reading →

Memories should come sepia-toned, or maybe greyed out, so that the world is less… harsh. Play with the brightness and contrast, and in the end, there are dimly moving shadows humming forgotten songs; they all constitute what we used to … Continue reading →

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 →