The Citadel of You
Do yourself a favour, and lend me your imagination. Walk yourself through every second of the odyssey I’m about to present you with as if you were really there. You’ve done it. You’ve reached a life milestone you never imagined … Continue reading The Citadel of You
Nighthawks Dialogue
“My good man, have you got a light back there? I seem to have left my spark in another jacket.” “Course fella.” “Also, my lady here has a hankering for something sweet, got anything on your menu that fits that … Continue reading Nighthawks Dialogue
A Letter To Ajax
Ajax the great, they once called you. The Bulwark of the Achaeans. A man who could hurl boulders the size of Volkswagen Beetles through the air like elephant-skinned dodgeballs. You fought Hektor to a stalemate for an entire day, and … Continue reading A Letter To Ajax
Walmart Doesn’t Exist
Catch yourself in the middle of one of those analytical moods, where you delve a little bit too deeply into everything you typically wouldn’t. Where nothing is concrete, and all of existence is in flux. You feel aimless, uncertain of … Continue reading Walmart Doesn’t Exist
An Ode To Lovecraft
I wish you could have bore witness to the hell you’ve raised from beyond the grave, beloved. I’d imagine that even a short glance at your now iconized legacy would provide you with an epoch of catharsis. If you were … Continue reading An Ode To Lovecraft
Runaways Are Dying
I’ll often romanticize about the times of old, where libertines would adjoin in sanctified bouts of passion with other societal rejects. They reveled in their isolation, two spellbound deviants so infatuated with the presence of one another that it was … Continue reading Runaways Are Dying
Acid Trip
Look beside you, at the large table. It’s made from wood. Think about the wood, the wood types. You know quite a few of them. Mahogany, Oak, Birch, Maple, Ash. Ash, Baseball bats are made from ash. Tournament-obligatory baseball bats. … Continue reading Acid Trip
Thalassophobia
Imagine yourself as an adept swimmer, front stroking through the ocean on a lucid, sunny day for as long as your body will allow. You never really look up, it is the ocean after all, you simply bask in the … Continue reading Thalassophobia
Eat Wagyu Beef
Walk with me. Let’s say that you’re religious. You firmly believe that you were conceived by an omnipotent God for the purpose of inhabiting the earth. You also believe that cows were created for a similar imperative of habitation, but … Continue reading Eat Wagyu Beef
Fear, Comfort, and Tarantino
1 Fear was my best friend long before Callum was. Callum knows how to beat fear, he knows how to break out of a comfort zone. I’d never admit it to him, but he knows a lot – he’s a … Continue reading Fear, Comfort, and Tarantino
