Tom let himself flop back upon his bed, bouncing a little, slightly uncomfortable. Not uncomfortable with the bed. It was fine. He could sleep well enough there. Tom was uncomfortable in his body. Any way he shifted, moved around, sat up, laid down, curled into a ball, stretched out as far as he could go, it felt like his skin was both a size ( Read more... )

Mr. Crinshaw meandered across the driveway, past the moonlit white stones that traced a dotted line through the front yard, past the shadowy ferns that overflowed out of their terra cotta cups, past the unkempt garden hose that lay in a tangle under a dripping tap. Key into lock, he roughly turned the deadbolt ( Read more... )

The lemon-yellow sun shone down fuzzy through the bright and cloudless sky. Sarah looked around the empty, yet noisy park in a daze. Everything was out of focus pastels, plain and little texture: baby-blue sky melted into the lime-green field ( Read more... )

Weellllp, this is it. It is time for me to pack up my stuff in the smallest (and coolest) steamer trunk, throw it into the car, because I'm moving back to California. I got my old job at Knowledge Networks back, so that lets me afford to pay rent here in memphis for the rest of the year and try and work with professors in the Bay Area for an ( Read more... )

Last night I had a dream, but I can't remember it now. All I remember is that upon waking up, I tried to go back to sleep and finish something in my dream. Lately I've still been putting most of my time into watching tv and such. I've got things I'd like to do, but sometimes its hard to crack open that giant book, and these online applications ( Read more... )

Roger stretched out on a warm patch of grass, every muscle at it's limit. He looked down the street. He wasn't waiting for anything in particular, but the sun softened his thoughts and he lazily wondered about what was going on down the street. A butterfly caught his eye and he watched as it seemed to drift, like paper in a breeze, eventually ( Read more... )

Pushing through the rough, gray, barn door, Mark let his hand slide, just a little, to feel the grain of the wood. The slightly mildewed smell of hay left to rot entwined with palpable horseshit aromas lingering over a disused stall. Every sense was alive, freed from the dull life of the city, amplified by the recent excitement at the farm. Sun ( Read more... )

Hmmm. I guess I'll dust this thing off. Facebook sucks for these kinds of things, not that I do anything but lurk there anyway. "Lurk." I recently got into the habit of browsing 4chan when I'm nervously avoiding issues. The kind of issues that come up when I cut myself off from the world, or I'm stressed out over something. That site is so ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wonder the difference between chores and journeys.  I mean, I know that there is no broader goal that I am striving for when I shower, but other things seem to progress.  Whatever I was listening to when I was working out stopped today and I realized that, despite the fact that I was riding a bicycle, I wasn't really going anywhere.  I ( Read more... )

This is insane:
http://nightgig.com/argh/24hc/fh/

Also, my life seems very uncertain now.  I'm just sort of drifting...