The Problem with Perpetuity, Paradox, and Paroxysmal Perspicacity

When things are going well for me--when everything is in its right place, and there is that perfect balance of forward motion, productivity, and randomness--there occurs a phenomenon that I've never shared with anyone until now. It's just a little thing, a small quirk, but when I notice myself doing it I can't help but … Continue reading The Problem with Perpetuity, Paradox, and Paroxysmal Perspicacity

Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: A Requiem for Mr. Harrison (or Mr. Mystery’s Reflection in a Pool of Blood)

It's morning. I rise. I grab a handful of my clothes and depart the darkness of my abode. The handful smells of ashtrays and last night’s three-too-many, but I smirk with the roll of the drums and we start this day with a yummy taste of disappointment. Like every day. I wish I could have … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: A Requiem for Mr. Harrison (or Mr. Mystery’s Reflection in a Pool of Blood)