Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock. August was buried in the coats, snow shovels, and boxes of Halloween decorations that occupied his closet. The knocking was coming from somewhere in the house. August told himself he didn’t know what it was. He told himself that this moment in time was part of a continuum and he would… Continue reading Where are the Ghosts?
Teaching a night class is like casting my soul into a pool of inky-blackness. It’s interesting to be talking for so long without anyone truly believing that I am alive, that I am anything more than a program they are required to view. Maybe that’s what I’m becoming. I point things out on the board,… Continue reading The New Zoologist
“This person needlessly used huge words, after lunch she’d be like, ‘I feel quite satiated’ Allot of my vocab is thanks to her honestly.” Everything buzzed with that sort of energy that crowded places have. Every seat was taken. Some stood. Someone somewhere was playing a Theremin and the noise echoed off the walls mixed… Continue reading Metronome
I’m obsessed with the Doomsday Clock, to start with. I think that all humans are somewhat preoccupied with death. It’s hard not to look at out lives and wonder what we’ve really accomplished. The Doomsday Clock, serves this purpose, but on a global scale. It is a countdown to our own destruction. The Doomsday Clock… Continue reading The Doomsday Clock