LoveIsJustADialogue

I like to skip along rivers.  One day I fell into a river.  It flowed infinitely into darker blue swirling depths.  It coddled my bones.  It seeped into my ear drums and my eye sockets.  It swam between my teeth and the space between my frozen toes.  It carried me to distant waters, far from home.  It tried to push me under.  It tried to baptize me.  It tried to direct me back to where I belong.  I became friends with this infinite river.  Or maybe I become one of its many finite components; a cog in the nature machine, a ratio of the gestalt, a monad that was never born and will never die.  Sounds were muffled by this river.  Sights were dis

This is the last week of instruction, then I have three super difficult final examinations, and finally I get a nice long break for the holidays.  Sadly I have barely had time to sleep let alone take photographs, and I totally failed at NaNoWriMo with a pitiful 21, 200 words or so.  But that is the most amount of words that I have ever written for one piece before, so it's something I suppose.  I plan to write, take pictures, and read the Harry Potter books over break.  Hope everyone enjoys their winter festivities! "After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.  You know, the Stone was really not such a wonde

This is the first time I am trying my hand at NaNoWriMo.  Here is an excerpt from my novel in progress "Mr. Wonderful": The effects are not immediate.  The three of them reflect, waiting for the curtain to rise.  The alcohol has made them a bit drowsy, but a happy sort of drowsiness like that associated with the moments before falling asleep.  Soon the drugs coursing through their veins like trains on trolley tracks begin to take effect.  The author lays down on the cold cement floor.  He stares up at the ceiling, projecting what he sees, feels, hears, tastes, and smells out of his mind's eye onto the blank canvas.  Suddenly the author trans