Harry goes inside the Asylum and Crematoria
If you haven’t yet, start reading here. . – . – . Bulldog stared at a shaking Harry. “I said,” …
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Visiting Hours at the Absentia Asylum and Crematoria
I didn’t post any writings over the holiday weekend because of lack of internet, which made me think of a …
Sunday Afternoon on Gilbert Avenue
Sunday Afternoon on Gilbert Avenue Why is it always awkward to say goodbye to family? We don’t know what to …
life between the extremes
My commute is like my life. If plotted, you would see the graph of a long continuous flat line, sleep-inducing …
Cool Guy’s Lunch Ruined
I promised to write every day this month. I didn’t say what I would write about. Today, it’s this… Have …
Pulling Bodies
I’m kicking off September with a recent dream. If I were a dream interpreter (and I’m not) I’d say it’s …
The First Souls Taken
This summer marked the 164th anniversary of the death of Louis-Jacques-Mandé Daguerre, one of the founders of photography, and the …
A creative dig
Guys, I’ve been struggling this summer for some reason. The only way I know (and the only method that has …
Ill-Fitting Clothes, a Bridge Unused, and Time
Ill-Fitting Clothes and a Bridge Unused Tonight, Tuesday, June 30, 2015, in that last instant before 8 p.m. Eastern time, …
The Obsessed Parisian Set Designer
I lift my head toward the light for this … July 10th marks the 164th anniversary of the death of …
Mapping the Edge 