Although the artistic merit of video games is, to some, still up for discussion, many of recent history’s most brilliant authors have felt the medium’s cosmic pull. 1,819 more words
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There are no words to describe how sensitive I am to the jilt of my lady love.
The perceived imperceptible jilt.
I read it in the white space between sentences, the words she doesn’t say, the harrowing gap between an email sent and her echo response, crying too late, too short, up the canyon walls of my cavernous appetite. 364 more words
Further thoughts on romance, the speech I gave, and personal reflections on Cormac McCarthy's "All The Pretty Horses."
Preamble: I’ve more or less come to the conclusion that no one reads this blog. Which doesn’t upset me. Feeling like I’m writing to an audience has been oddly therapeutic. 4,253 more words
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“You have to carry the fire.”
I don’t know how to.”
Yes, you do.”
Is the fire real? The fire?”
Yes it is.”
Where is it?