During the time of the night when I first start to dream, I was woken by a phone call. So, now I could not sleep, although a little of that...

All scientists are artists, although not good ones. Also, all artists are scientists, although not good ones.

Following my course down the hall into the stairwell, I pass down to the lower street level exit of the House. The door is broken, huge and ...

The people's deepest desire is sleep They walk in a waking dream, through the dark, casting no shadows Wandering the Streets, never find...

This building is a tyrant, it structures every part of my life This building has friends and is friendly with its neighbors, here is a commu...

This landscape pulls up close around me A vast plain laid before me Where I make gestures And pace in circles Spreading, radiating On this e...

Spreading, radiating On this expanse of asphalt, As still as still waters, Taking Darkness from the objects on this surface.

The corner of the attic Is dark in the same way As a river valley wood at dusk These secret hours of serene silence Keenly aware of the deep...

Not the clear quick stream Not the lazy brown river A glacial river in the spring A torrent rushing sediment along After the melt will retur...

Whispered in an undertone, A subtext to the words spoken in italics in brackets he muttered — to himself (The small details will sadly be mi...

"A peasantry grown fey and mystic, and unimpeachably artistic."

Cornered in the darkest crevice, teeth bared shining in the starlight.

The night is alive in the wild patches, in forgotten overgrown places Keep silent, and the wild parts of the grid will remind you they'r...

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It feels as if my life has shifted into a plotless prolonged waking dream. Friends and family have morphed into exaggerated parodies of them...

I feel like this medium has a chance at being an honest and useful forum for people to exchange stories. When bloggers are not just complain...