I used to think everyone had an inner voice. A little disembodied narrator that, when unfocused, sounded familiar yet not. But something we could take ...
The annual office Halloween party was in full effect.Β The large, open-space office was plastered wall-to-wall with paper bats and plastic pumpkins, and every surface ...
In between the mozzarella sticks and the second course, Iβm thinking about dying. I donβt think of anyone or anything in particular, and I most ...
The sleeping mind fascinates me, namely the nighttime hallucinations we call βdreamsβ. Because of this, I keep a journal to record every thought that passes ...