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Dead of Night
Beautiful thunderstorm tonight. Sky was low and heavy, green-gray with a restrained fury that only Mother Nature can manage. I was very nearly struck by lightning, actually. A single bolt hit one of...
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Byzantium After the End
It never stops raining on the upper levels of Umut Sehir. The steel-reinforced asphalt flickers with wetness under the low ceiling of the sky. Little remains of the city below, known by many names over...
View ArticleIn Which Food is Love
I neglected my blogging responsibilities over the weekend. Gotta work on not letting this happen in the future, but first I gotta work on being able to focus on my daily responsibilities when my mind...
View ArticleGoddess and God
The young man rose to his feet, his eyes still fixed on the corpse of the slave trader. He hadn’t wished to kill the man, but violence redirected is still violence nonetheless. The young man had only...
View ArticleAlpine Lake (1:50) Still making soundscapes rather than actual...
Alpine Lake (1:50) Still making soundscapes rather than actual songs. Not the most original combination of sounds, but I wanted to evoke the feeling of standing on the moonlit shore of a mountain lake...
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The Tempest
The android landed softly on the mountaintop, the engineer cradled in his arms. His metal feet made no sound on the rock. Masters of grace, the machines flowed through their surroundings like water,...
View ArticlePeregrinus
Peregrinus paused at the crest of the hill. The city lay open before him, a dead thing no more alive than the marshes he had crossed to reach it. Buildings rose beaten and torn from the gray earth,...
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Aldebaran's Kiss
As he sat cross-legged on the boulder, the wanderer let his eyes come to rest just above the horizon. The last sliver of sun had dropped from sight, and the clouds were aflame with its radiance, purple...
View ArticleAngry Young Man
The boy was raised far from any city. He knew little of their verticality and their coddling sterility. Baptised in the falls of Supai, he knew the laws of nature long before any others. His world was...
View ArticleSword In The Rain
From the letters of Arto Vaeltanen to Martina Strannikova, ca. Aug. 2023: …but it is not [the bloodshed] that tears at my soul and finds me whispering your name in the night like a mantra, like a ward...
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Old Summit Photos
I’m visiting family in New York for the rest of the week. Went through some old photo albums at my mom’s place and found these. Sorry about the reflections; I snapped them with my phone camera on the...
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Handle With Care
I miss photographing animals. Since I have few opportunities to snap photos in the wild, I took advantage of a day trip to the Norwalk Aquarium in CT.
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And The Stars Said "Come Home"
The break in the clouds lasted several days. It had been years since the sky had permitted more than a glimpse beyond the atmosphere, and now a freak high-pressure system had unfolded the velvet night...
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On Echo Chambers
Lately I’ve become wary of situations in which everyone appears to agree on something. There are plenty of reasons; the most coarse is simply the vague dystopian creepiness of an entire group adhering...
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Tron: Legacy and Thinking Too Hard
“The Grid. A digital frontier. I tried to picture clusters of information as they moved through the computer. What did they look like?” Thus begins Disney’s Tron: Legacy, the crusty baritone of Jeff...
View ArticleMetaposting (Oh Snap!)
This post is not a story, nor is it quite an editorial. It is about the thoughts and realizations that led up to me writing it, if that makes any sense. The past few days have been rather interesting,...
View ArticleFixing the World
The afterparty went late into the night. Sullen music echoed across the warehouse roof as disillusioned twenty-somethings shuffled past each other in the August heat. The smell of cigarette smoke and...
View ArticlePerspective Bomb
I thought very hard about whether I should write this. Two weeks ago, I decided that I want to stop sharing my opinions on the internet. After all, if I’m going to add my voice to a discussion, I need...
View ArticleThe Game We Played With The World
So here we are. Osama bin Laden - terrorist, religious fundamentalist and angry rich guy - has been pronounced dead by the United States government. Hurray for that, I suppose, but I’m not particularly...
View ArticleStairway to Heaven
I found this on a backup disc from last year. I have only the faintest memory of writing it. Posted with the bare minimum of proofreading. Carver’s Glen was not what you’d call a decent town. In fact,...
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