These days? It’s the hush around small betrayals. The way people look away when someone’s benefits are cut for being a day late with a form. The silent shrug when a neighbour’s flat is boarded up because they couldn’t pay rent.What bothers me is how normal it’s all become.How the supermarket at 10 p.m. is full … Continue reading What Bothers Me and Why
What are you most excited about for the future? Honestly, it’s the possibility that we might get better at admitting how little we know about taking care of each other. I’ve spent years fumbling with that. I know how easy it is to hurt people without meaning to, or to hide when I’m the one … Continue reading The Kind of Future I’m Hoping For
What could you let go of, for the sake of harmony? I could let go of the need to be understood, the clutching at exact words that prove I meant well.I could loosen my grip on the old injury that says the world will hurt me if I speak wrong.I could let go of the … Continue reading Stones at the river’s edge
What is your favorite genre of music? When someone asks what kind of music I enjoy most, I think of simple, steady sounds. I tend to choose ambient or minimalist music—something quiet and repetitive that doesn’t demand too much attention.It’s not about big choruses or catchy hooks. It’s about creating a gentle background that helps … Continue reading The Music That Helps Me Get Things Done
I’ll never forget the night I fired up that hulking machine—steel panels glowing like a spaceship altar, wires snaking everywhere, humming like it was alive. The lab smelled like burnt toast and old books. I slapped my palm on the frosty screen, felt it shudder awake, and muttered, “Show me the beginning.”The room flickered. Suddenly, … Continue reading The Echo Chamber
The Shadow Behind the Curtain Disclaimer: The following is a work of speculative satire, drawing only from the outer edges of the internet, whispered threads on image boards, grainy documentaries that never aired, and that guy with a whiteboard in a bunker. It is not factual… or is it? The Hidden Pattern: Lord Protectors of … Continue reading Hypothetical Paranoid Fringe Timeline
It all began with a routine check-up. Dr. Billingsgate, suggested a urine test, just to be thorough, he said. “Pop the sample in the blue box on your way out,” he chirped, already halfway out the door. I obliged, carefully labeling the jar.A week later, I called for results.“Ah,” said the receptionist, her tone drier … Continue reading The Case of the Phantom Sample
Before the waters climbed the mountains and made memories into myths, the land breathed slow and heavy. It was not yet tamed. Nothing had been named cleanly. Every shadow had weight, and every silence, a reason.Kélen was of a dwindling clan, skin roughened by wind, thought shaped by hunger. He walked alone across a ridgeline … Continue reading The Bone-Spiral God
Act I: The Man Who Mistook His Shadow for a Séance The hospital’s seventh floor hummed with the static of unmonitored heartbeats. Dr. Marlow’s office—a crypt of velvet drapes and chessboards missing their queens—smelled of bergamot and unsent letters. Her patient, Arthur Vale, 51, sat coiled in the chair, his voice a scratched vinyl of … Continue reading Dr. Marlow and the Horny Grief Moths
I was never alone. Even in the silence between heartbeats, they were there—shifting at the edges of awareness, pressing against the fabric of my mind. In my ignorance, I thought them demons, hungry and insatiable, their whispers twisting through my thoughts like creeping vines, choking out the light. I feared their touch, recoiled from their … Continue reading They Were Always With Me
A Fool's Handbook 