Journal

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 is not exactly enticing.They say ‘the wicked are damned’,so it’s bound…

Light tore through the wide window in Ken’s room.Sleep had abandoned him yet 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…

Woke at 3 a.m., surfacing from the haze of a long, meandering bender microdosing on ████, self-experimentation in the spirit of inner cartography. I stepped onto the balcony, cigarette in hand. The city slept, indifferent. It struck me, then: there is nothing holding me back. So I ran. Ran to the park past shuttered storefronts…