Roses everywhere.

So usually when I talk to monsters or have long conversations with walls (or otherwise engage with my stucknesses in semi-wacky ways), there’s a lot of talking involved. Words. Because, you know, I’m that way. Verbal. Not always necessarily all that...

Wormholes in memory.

Note: I am on my emergency vacation. This is a piece I wrote a few months ago and never did anything with. Waiting for the right window, I guess. Maybe it’s today. Sometimes I think there are wormholes in memory. Back doors. The other day I had a flash of...
The Fluent Self