It's awakening one morning to find myself buried. How long has this been going on? For some reason I have difficulty recognizing the spade I used to dig the hole, and the ease and relative comfort with which I can undig it onto myself ( Read more... )

Time is a total mystery. I spend hours listless at work, waiting to get out. And I wonder where the time goes ( Read more... )

Maybe it has to do with staying up into the late hours of the night, no longer used to such activity. It could be an interminable pile of papers. It might just be the degree of my head-forward posture, asleep, rejuvenating ( Read more... )

It's never so fun to determine a new flaw in your design as finding out about a fetish you never knew you had. Damn plaid skirts and white collared shirts (that are usually to be found on way-too-young girls). Damn them. Damn them. Damn them ( Read more... )

It comes to a point, laces into me like so many mental lashings. I recoil, and now remain stunned ( Read more... )