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A Letter to Fritz
How long have I waited out here in the cold? How much longer must I endure the unseeing stares of my countrymen; the sneering of the Verisiennes? I am invisible and hated—a bum begging for change and an enemy who has received his due abasement. Do they not know that I want to vanish? Do Continue reading
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Ghosts and Glass
Ever since I was young, I have been told I possess a photographic memory. True enough, I do have an affinity toward remembering certain information—the names of animals, the definitions of words, the molar mass of common elements—but by no means does this imply I remember my experiences well. Here, my memory is frustrating unreliable. Continue reading
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Through My Shadow
Beneath a veil of golden light, the crowd swayed. The exchange of smiles and conversation was punctuated arrhythmically by the chime of laughter and wine glasses. It was unintelligible. Their bodies blurred together like the shadows of shifting leaves, and whatever words they shared were drowned amidst the simultaneous utterances of a dozen others. It Continue reading
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Hello world!
And welcome to my silly little website. This is the first post, but I plan to continue to add to it with regular journal entries and pieces of fiction writing. I am looking forward to seeing how this place evolves over the coming weeks, months, and (assuming I don’t lose interest or get too busy) Continue reading