I'm writing to you, depressed reader, from the land of the dead. I've finally figured out how to put pen to paper in this spirit realm, but that story is for another time. I've got a much more pressing issue that I must talk to you about. For any of you who are contemplating suicide,…Read more Suicide is Slow Motion
The Daysleeper is rambling.
"There's a one in billions chance that we are in base reality." - Elon Musk The media of my time, and its progression, has altered my memories. I can't remember my past in high definition. Although I'm sure my eyes were seeing things just as they are now, I have no memory of it.…Read more My Past is a Blurry Polaroid
Three hundred feet deep, Alex could hear the rush of air entering his helmet. It startled him at first. He heard his counterpart cursing through the mic. Too much walking in this darkness and silence had lulled the two men into a false sense of security. The oxygen had kicked on because the air had become…Read more Nephilim
My Uncle Randy was dying. His heart was weak from Marfan Syndrome. A young, aloof doctor told us there was nothing else they could do at the conventional hospital, so it would be best to move him to a hospice. The next morning he was carted off to the hospice on Lake Street like a…Read more Loose Him, and Let Him Go
Dave was a novice when it came to using his new telescope, but he was smart enough to know that the Earth only had one moon. Last night, he dismissed a strange phenomena to the fact that he'd drunk a little too much wine. He'd retired early and had no dreams. He went about his…Read more The Telescope
Today I was in the process of polishing up a political piece that I was writing about everything and nothing. I wasn't happy about what I'd written. The whole article had become a chore and it had drained the creativity from me like I was taking large doses of Benadryl chased down with Chamomile Tea.…Read more Obligation to Authenticity