Fits in the Night
Last night my brain decided that it was time to whirl again. After two months of constant stimulation I finally had some time to relax. I was away from people, in a familiar bed, in…
Stories from an American living in Bulgaria
Last night my brain decided that it was time to whirl again. After two months of constant stimulation I finally had some time to relax. I was away from people, in a familiar bed, in…
I used to be emo. Not simply emotional, but dramatic about it to the point that I could have cut off more than half the word and said it in a single exhaled monotone. I…
Every year my soul takes a vacation past the darkness. December the days grow shorter and the soul flees. I don’t know where it goes, but go it does, somewhere far from me, and it…