See, what it all boils down to is simple: it’s been a very long twenty-four hours. Between the invasion and my own personal drama, it’s something of a relief to just relax, even if it’s only for a little while. There are still too many unanswered questions -- Why am I back? Why did they come with me? How many licks does it take to get to the center ( Read more... )

I don’t sit down, not because there’s no chair, but because the simple act of being in this office is so uncomfortable that it really wouldn’t make a difference. And so it is that I stand, shoulders back and chin lifted high, trying to make myself look taller than I actually am ( Read more... )

( This is starting to become a really cramped hallway. )

Have you ever have a dream that was so vivid, so extraordinarily detailed that, despite the fact it was also so utterly absurd, it somehow didn't make it seem any less real? That's what Tabula Rasa was for me. Months of memories and experiences...all of it the result of a knock to the head ( Read more... )