Author: Aposiopesis

Today, for the first time in far too many moons, the air is filling up with the ticking of wordmachine keys, and a piece of…

It’s hard to sum up the strangeness of the last few moons.  I’d have written it as it all happened, and tried – but coughing…

Knowledge comes in bits and pieces, if it ever comes at all.   I’ve come by this news all out of order — talking a…

This all happened some time back now, on the 51st day of the Season of Shelter. I’ve been trying to keep it secret from untrustworthy…

No Pulp this week.  Only pulp happening here is the bloody masses I keep coughin’ up. Writing anyway.  Writing and drinking.  Takes my mind off…