what if… what if… what if…

I hate artificial light, it distorts nature‚Äôs might. There is no authenticity in its artificiality. It reminds me of small talk and the relationships we pretend are important to us but never care about enough to move on from talk about the color of the sky to the colors of our souls. And the color... Continue Reading →

At the Theater

I had never seen anything like the fine gold and deep blue of the theater's ceiling. The theater had been built in the jazz age, it was evident in the geometrical patterns of ivory, gold, and bronze lining the ornate walls and roof. Sitting in my red velvet chair, my twelve-year- old mind pondered the... Continue Reading →

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