A Man Can Dream

Dreams, eh?  They’re just stories, right?  Stories your own brain tries to tell you while you aren’t paying attention.  They don’t really mean anything. That’s what you’ve got to tell yourself. Over and over, you’ve got to tell yourself that, that they don’t mean anything.  You have to. Because if they did actually mean something. If those stories your own mind was trying to tell you while you weren’t paying attention, if *those* stories meant anything, anything at all….

Good night

As I lay in bed last night, not quite ready to fall asleep but not willing to stay up any later, I listened to the sounds of nighttime silence.  I listened to my pulse surging in my ears. I listened to my heart beating in my chest – as separate from my pulse.

2019 – the Year, or how to keep a writer off the streets

Some might have noticed that I’ve not posted anything for quite a while.  They might also have noticed that what I have written has mostly been short.  Like, short-short.  Like, probably written in an hour or less and posted without any recourse to drafting, contemplation, or even editing.  Yeah.  They’d be correct in thinking that.

Welcome to the Existential Dread Happy Hour!

Welcome, friends, comrades, and lovers – to the Existential Dread Happy Hour!

As our current crop of legally – unethically and immorally – elected overlords say, “If you don’t dread your current and continued existence, we aren’t doing our job!”  So let our Dread Masters know how they’re doing, and officially register your horror today!

“The rest is yours.”

Will you look in the mirror with me?  Will you help me identify what I see behind me?  There are eyes there which are not mine. There is a face that I do not recognize.  There are…things…which simply do not fit. Will you help?

Going Out of Business Sale!

That’s right, folks.  We’re closing up shop!  The current social, political, and economic environment is simply not sufficient to support creativity and the arts.  So we’re getting out while the getting’s…good?  Not quite rock bottom?  Not entirely meaningless?  Pick your poison.  Here’s what we’ve got, and it can all be yours!

Nightmare Scenario #73

Here’s the scenario:

You’ve been given incontrovertible proof.  Sometime between the next 24 and 36 hours, every single living thing on the planet will die over the course of 30 minutes of the most excruciating pain.

What do you do?