The Creaky Cottage

Some switch turned on in my head that tugged at my cowardly tendencies. Leave this place go back to momma and papa, it whispered from the . That was no longer me, childhood was behind me. I had a fresh start in this cottage by the sea. It's acquisition is still a mystery to me-- and … Continue reading The Creaky Cottage


Muddled Sleep

Multiple lives dart within my mind. I can only feel them in the temporary state of mind that comes just before sleep. I see the ghosts they move across a cross-section brain. They become corporeal in the sense they are constructed from 'real' memories, but these experiences have caused me to question what are 'real' … Continue reading Muddled Sleep