Stream of Consciousness
The Anatomy of a "Quick" Fix
It began at 3:14 AM on a Tuesday. The world was silent, except for the rhythmic, mocking tick-tick-tick emanating from the drywall behind the upstairs toilet. Most men—sane men, men with hobbies like woodworking or extreme taxidermy—would have heard that sound and thought, "Ah, the house is settling." They would have rolled over and dreamt of lumber, or other very-capable type of man things... not me.
By Meko James 6 months ago in Confessions
The Version of Me That Stayed
I didn't recognize the city at first. It looked exactly like mine. It had the same skyline, same train lines cutting through the same tired neighborhoods but, everything felt quieter. Too quiet, like something had been removed from space.
By Ajan Lori A. 6 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day:隘路
I am already a day ahead so, I actually can afford to run errands finally. That is sort of amazing at this point. I am mostly a cat, but if I were a dog, I'd be a lone wolf... though I guess whether you're a cat or dog, you eventually find your kind again.
By Kayla McIntosh6 months ago in Confessions




