Does anyone feel the pain of what other people go through while others with different lives stand oblivious because they never deal with those people? Some person once dreamt that…

On some stormy days, the overcast clouds look like blankets on a bed that oscillates, the light that filters in from the sun above; I imagine pillars holding up the…

In the world of the mythology of my creation light can be imprisoned; the morning is dangerous because it blinds people, like a black hole it’s a prison where light…