Monthly Archives: November 2004

It always seems that I am one staple short, and everything comes unbound again. Every day when I wake up, I become a pallbearer. When mortals abandoned the old pantheon of Gods, we took responsibility for ourselves. The weight that … Continue reading →

I do not remember being born, nor do I know what it will be like as I die. Sometimes, I like to take a warm bath. I draw the water up to the edge of the overflow drain and then … Continue reading →