"O', what would I do and what do I dare give up If only to live the dream of titanic pleasure?… If I close both my eyes and dream of sin, then Sin is wrapped purity. Scene Kid, are the farms Of Aerilon now burning? Describe them Burning to me." – Kahel, excerpt What is it that one ever so desires that makes both heaven and hell burst? What is it– this opportunity to be so brutally naked– that it lives in the shadows of the shadows of things in the underground? I must admit, I was a bit of a cynical show-off, when I was being courted by my youth. And, by my youth, of course I mea ...Read more

I wandered into a movie theater. Typical set up: comfortable reclining red chairs, people split into groups according to acquaintances. The lights were on yet there was nothing on the white sheet, except static. I walked in a hurry, down the aisle, until I recognized them, or at least some of them: my friends, some doctors, relaxed faces, forgotten peers, all huddled together and checking out a familiar grey folder that contained my drawings and pen sketches. Some of them had serious gazes while some laughed, clearly enjoying the entries. Couldn't exactly make out which made which noise even ...Read more