Writings

There is a place in the universe where people walk an endless road, never seeming to get anywhere, but going all the while.

Some quick musings about how people manage to understand one another, even when it happens that they’re not speaking the same language.

A man jumps off a cliff in an attempt to escape something horrible. He doesn’t succeed since he keeps waking up again. And again. And again.

The night is a profoundly sacred time in which we dream dreams, see the heavens, and share in communion with all of creation.

Please be quiet past this point. I’m trying to hear the stars.

How many ways are there to complete the phrase, “There is a place in the universe where…”? The possibilities may well be limitless.

There are many ways to make fantasy maps. This method makes use of completely free software. In a completely unrelated game.

Odds are, there’s something you do purely for the fun of it. Why not let your writing be fun too?

The only reason “sewer” exists as a word is because the French “language” got hold of it. Disclaimer: Includes angry words about French.

Impossibility is just the lack of possibility, not its opposite, but if “impossible” isn’t the opposite of “possible,” then what is?