The pop song playing a dorm down seemed haunting a sallow through the concrete walls as the hot water assailed my scalp. I was overly familiar with the sonorous distortion that distance creates, especially with beautiful sought after things such as song. "thank you." The boy jogged forth to catch the door I'd held open. My coffee tasted sweeter, the kindness of a stranger. Too often do I fall v... » Continue Reading
you keep stopping when you could be walking looking at the pictures on the wall you keep quiet when you should be talking you just don't make any sense at all Panic seized me until I shoved the errant thought into the mentally manifested construct of my compartmentalization. Torrid, slate gray cabinets tapering into an aisle of darkness. This is my most clearly defined mental "room", it's vivid... » Continue Reading
Like pinpoints on a map, I search for intersections in which I might encounter the strange. I perceive the world through a series of vortexes and leylines. With that comes a sort of ambling blindness for the present in pursuit of a foggy and distant future to which I might escape. Through this, I find escape has always been my objective. A documentary projected onscreen about the lost libraries o... » Continue Reading
I am not hiding I am not hiding It's the only combatant I have against the malfunction of my inner mechanics, what leaves me to slowly ruin my prospects while being self aware enough to witness to it. " The first time I met you, I remember it vividly for some reason." I did too. The meeting left me with a leaden heart as I thought of what could have been were I not Someone too nervously afflic... » Continue Reading
There is some one myth for every man, which if we but knew it, would make us understand all that he did and thought. W. B. Yeats I miss England. The thought comes to me randomly as I sit with an iced mocha flanki » Continue Reading
"Exspecta. momento exspectare, scio te?" Is eam per rimarum densarum ormatum spectaculis intuens, per internum visorum catalogum discurrens. "Vidi te, novi te." Risit, sciens, et ludus. Somnium fecerat ei Dominus tentator; Verisimile esset evigilare sine multa memoria qui adulationem in vultu tenebat, modo obscurum subconscious mulieris impressionem subridens subridens et vultu non satis loco... » Continue Reading
It's late at night, I indulge myself after the strenuous academic endeavor of pumping out a five page essay. It's warm and well lit, the dining hall relatively secluded. I can think of nothing more collegiate than the portrait we paint right now, me poised over a laptop with a burrito and shitty coffee , him brooding over love lost. I too, have my own regrets. I think of what could have been wer... » Continue Reading
"what the fuck have I gotten myself into?" The self posed question was more articulate and prominent than the usual half thought cacophony that filled my internal monologue as I considered the door leading down, down, down... (I am my own white rabbit). My coat had fluttered behind me as I walked down the pavement at twilight, heavy booted with an appealing shadow. I removed my headphones, figu... » Continue Reading
I lost time again today. The scent of the face paint clung to me like a bad memory, sickeningly saccharine funerary pallor. A fragrance meant to compensate for rot. Corpse paint for a halloween event was an interesting choice. I remembered the breath on my face, the inescapable scorn and distorted tinkle of circus bells, the soundtrack of some feverish, hellish dreamscape. A foolish boy framed as ... » Continue Reading