"Are you sure this is the place?" Steven asked, trying his best to keep the disdain out of his voice. "Yeah man," Howard said. "This place is fuckin' sweet!" He clapped Steven on the shoulder. Steven internally recoiled from the touch, but suppressed the urge to do so physically.
"Close your eyes." They say. I obey; shutting the world of structure, order, sensation out, and I peer into the storm within. For inside, there is only the fractal static, an indescribable galaxy of misfiring cones & rods branching off into new shapes, new forms, new patterns, all
Picking what to write about is often the hardest part about writing for me; Not because I don't have anything to write about - good lord no, I could yap on & on & on about so many things. No, it's because this very act of