Category Archives: Fiction

Some folks are workaholics, the kind of people who just can’t let a project sit still. They’re the kind of people who have eight thousand things going on at once, the kind that never stop fidgeting, never slow down until … Continue reading →

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 →