I've had chest pain since Sunday evening. It's localized and hurts when I move, so I'm pretty confident that I did something moving around. It hurts to breathe, but it's a dull ache. I'm not having trouble breathing—I'm getting enough air—but there is some discomfort. No, it's not Covid-19—though I suppose it could be a … Continue reading Dreams VII
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Day Seven – So Low for Mighty
The evening of the event in question, though mild by comparison in its waning hours, began in tones of frigidity - so much so, that one could smell one's own snot gathering inside one's nostrils. Harry had just shaved his beard off after thirty years of the same. It was the kind of new cold … Continue reading Day Seven – So Low for Mighty
Godhood of the Infinitesimally Small 