

Some existential moments are caused by big changes. It’s in the mundane we find comfort. Come explore some deeper thoughts.

A chance dinner conversation has hijacked my mind, protons and nebulae floating on my mental screensaver. The food was fine, tertiary to the ongoing info-dump of another’s hyper-focus. And for a moment, their hyper-focus became mine, and thus I felt strands of my story come back to me. So I am returning to my story…

I sat down, alone in the dark, with the rare opportunity of not knowing what I was about to see. All that I knew was that it was a Steven King book of young men walking in a dystopian march; and that Mark Hamill offered to take cast mates out for lunch, but was declined…
Skip consuming content; try making some instead!