Waking, I went promptly back to sleep. No needs, warm, relaxed. Duties, none. Responsibilities, none. After many months of duress and a magician's-worth of juggled appointments, I had carved out this day for myself.
So I slept.
Poem from 1999 - Eschatol Bridge
To live the life you want you must leave the life you have. Between this wherever and that forever is a finite span of pain with depth unkno...
-
After the apocalypse, the last person on Earth sat alone, there was a knock at the door. The last person on Earth didn't recognize the s...
-
In the grey dawn light, a petrol station straddled the Polish-Russian border, a constant amidst the times of uncertainty. A war was tearin...