Category Archives: thoughtformexperiments_uncreativewriting

everyone alive wants answers

A young-Philip-Seymour-Hoffman-looking guy in a dark t-shirt. A few inches north of his solar plexus a beam of light is refracted into rainbow through the slender quadrilateral of the Ethereum logo — the dark side of the cryptocurrency. He’s leaning over a café counter, shoulders drawn toward his heart, and he takes my order in […]

you are a light

Not halfway through the week. A minute, an hour, no more, a day, a moonrising-setting, half a minute I’m sitting alone at this bar and an uncomplicated sage interjects to split my order. Across the room his face was cubed through the bubbles in my wine. He wants a friend with soapy skin and a […]

one soft taboo

Magic, and grownups inclined to take pleasure in its ambiguous status, its relationship to artifice and sympathy, rather than feeling burdened by the whole thing. Wondering how long you can practice magic before it becomes an anvil between your ribs. Like how many minutes a chill can creep around your spine before it presages nerve […]