‘Are we supposed to buy a ticket?’ I asked the businessman-looking guy beside me. He wore a black business suit and trousers, and a grey tie. His polished business shoes shone even in the dim light inside the tube. At my question, he turned slowly — rather eerily, like the Terminator — towards me and …
More Snippets
I have arachnophobia. I have a daemon. I haven’t decided her name yet. I don’t know how much longer she’ll be there. I sometimes don’t like to be alone. I would like a music player. Maybe an iPod Nano. I know for a fact that most of the world’s population believe in a lie. That …
I never knew…
Life’s funny. Sometimes a little thing happens to remind you of a bigger thing that carries the same pattern, and for one second there you halt and take in the staggering blast of the sudden analogy, the crystal-clear revelation, the hidden network of resemblance, pattern and connection that cloaks the universe. And then you go …
The Ratio
Pitch black. No, that’s not right. It wasn’t pitch black. There was a pattern. A glittering, shimmering pattern hanging in the darkness, spreading out in every direction, enveloping every inch of vision. A pattern of minute, flickering blue dots, of brighter balls of fire, and swirling smoky spirals of the same stuff. There was some …
What’s a Rule?
Here's a picture I came up with in Photoshop. I'm not trying to fool you here into believing I'm much of an expert at these. All I did was pick up the net and the football (separately) from the internet, put them together with some text, and apply some effects here and there. But I have …
One Life 