His footsteps crunched over broken stone, over gravel, and made a noticeable grinding noise as he made his way down Mulberry Street. A red, Volkswagen Scirocco sat idling on the shoulder. Outside of a hum of the four cylinder, life around her steel chassis was completely still. It was as if the car had been abandoned, discarded, and left for some ( Read more... )

Another found, another recent. Thought I would share. Despite the cheeky grin, I really was doing my best to remain focused on the upright.

Plus, with a smile, you never know what will come from it...

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Its been awhile since I've uploaded any kind of self-portrait. I figure why not add some kind of recent me to this period in my life. Lord knows, I'll inevitably look back in the future and --cross my fingers-- laugh. Who knew such uncertainty, such self-reflection would linger with such tenaciousness...

This is me, in widescreen...

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I've been unavoidably detained. I think my corporate IT department tracks what websites I visit whilst on the clock. A month or so ago, Livejournal became suddenly "blocked ( Read more... )

“What do you think you lost your innocence?” She asked me ( Read more... )

Here i am. In the year two thousand nine, and looking back to a point, a spec in time that feels so new, so fresh, that I can still recall smells, still recall colours, still recall emotions. And in that spec. In that shred of fabric in space/time, I find such a massive disconnect in the man who types these words in this moment, in these waning ( Read more... )

Thursday, the evening when I met you for a second time, three years ago this week, I felt such extreme joy, such profound elation, in our luck of being same place, same time, it was as if my fingers had each become a fuse in transformer number one. Your smile, your voice, as we drifted in and out of small talk was something that breathed life into ( Read more... )

“Try and think of yourself as an object. What comes to your mind ( Read more... )

Trying to rebound. A lesson in futility ( Read more... )

Been awhile. I would like to say that the silence was due to pleasant circumstances, however that wasn't the case. Far from it, actually. My relationship died, and has been buried. Officially about 3 weeks ago, and for three weeks, leading us to today, I have been trying to understand how to express myself. Both IRL and here. None seem to have a ( Read more... )