Writings

Shut your eyes, and set sail upon the strange waters beyond waking. Feel you the weaving of dreams by the moon magic.

Where your head turns, there will the rest of you follow. Stare not so long at dirt and dust, else that shall be your fate.

As fire turns the kernel inside out, so shall it reveal all things.

He set his pen to the paper to trace letters he did not know, and through the ink crawled forth the strange things from beyond the pulp.

Do it. Now. You know what that is. Get going right now, and do it as poorly as possible.

Each mind is an island where only the scarcest forms of communication can be sent or received. As such, reading is weird.

Why fantasy? What’s the point? The point is there is no point at all, and that’s what makes it so very valuable.

Do not click on, navigate to, or allow your eyes to behold this blog post. It was not meant to be seen. Don’t see it!

Unfortunately, there aren’t actually any trains in this story. Which may be just as well if you don’t like trains.

Lay aside your fear, and trust it not. It does not serve you, for it tells you that you have no power. Instead, trust hope.