Behold!

I believe in little super powers. Superpowers that cannot be used to fight crime or change the world—no flying, or laser-vision, or talking with dolphins (is that Aquaman does?)—but powers nonetheless. Little super powers are something possible, but not common; somewhere between ordinary and extraordinary. Some people tan really easily. Others can eat anything they […]

Spiders, Crabs, and Trolls oh my!

I am not arachnophobic. That being said, I am scared as fuck of big spiders. The reason it is not a phobia, I believe, is because it is perfectly somewhat reasonable. Little spiders do not scare me; medium spiders do not scare me. It is not the movement of their legs, or the position of […]

Why Not?

Live fast, die young. Why? That is a false dichotomy in my book. Why not live fast and die very old? Or live fast and die never. Live fast, live forever. Why not that? Living fast is a way of life that has been misappropriated by hedonists. Well no, they are not to blame—living fast […]

Coffee House Blues

The grinding roar of the espresso machine yanked Remy out of his reverie like falling in a dream. Not that the café had been particularly quiet before, but it had been filled with so many small sounds that had melded together into a perfectly soothing white noise. Tearing his eyes from the window out of […]

Beyond Doubt: Chp 1

The grinding roar of the espresso machine yanked Remy out of his reverie like falling in a dream. It was not that the café had been particularly quiet before, but rather it had been filled with many small sounds that had melded together into a perfectly soothing white noise. In the corner two old men […]

Word, a Love Story

I love the blinking cursor—that bold black line on Word documents that oscillates between existence and nonexistence with metronomic regularity—but my love for this strange creature is a relatively recent development. Indeed, for years I had nursed nothing but hatred for that horrid imp. The way it appeared and disappeared incessantly, mercilessly, with the coldness […]

Photographer, Not Weirdo Pt. 2

I last wrote on the merits of carrying a camera around with you—everyone assumes you are a photographer and is fine with you blatantly staring at things (and people)—and I came off sounding like a cynic…and a weirdo. Which is exactly what I was trying to cover up with my camera—damn the illuminating nature of […]