My university is always quiet when people leave and that’s when you notice things. You’ll find broken, empty branches, hiding behind the leaves. Or the discolored rock that has been there for at least five years and will be there for another ten. You’ll notice black paint peeling off the railing because the school only … Continue reading Quiet now, pay attention
Writers are strange people. Perhaps we're not even people at all. Few people can create an entire world from nothing. Something as small as a 65 character text could turn into a 70,000 novel without trying. But are we human if we're gods of our own worlds? We are sometimes quiet, sitting off to the side. … Continue reading Are we human?