Journal

I was in the Maasai Mara recently.We’d stopped for lunch, the sun directly overhead—no mercy, no clouds, just that great African blaze. I stepped away, cigarette in hand,and scanned the horizon. Fields of gold stretched forever,a silence so vast it pressed against your ribs.A lone tree here and there,offering shade not to humans, but to…

Whether I truly have a place thereis open to debate. But I picture it as the spotwhere the most interesting souls gather —imagine the parties,the people. Just thinking about it sparks something —meeting those who’ve strayedfrom the path of the righteous. Eternal suffering, though —not exactly enticing.They say the wicked are damned,so it’s bound to…

Light tore through the wide window in Ken’s room.Sleep had abandoned him again. He was living alone now — in the ruins of what had once been a home, a crumbling temple of memory and rot.He woke disoriented, limbs heavy with the weight of silence, and stumbled toward the bathroom. In the mirror, he caught…