Psychonograpy

I’ve come to believe that it’s all backwards. We think we sit behind our eyes somewhere, a homunculus riding a pair of google eyes commanding our feet and hands to go places. The truth of your psyche is it’s the darkness you return to each night, the oredack and shimmer that suffuses each passing vision […]

Meditation

“The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from Birth and there by bleed it of all it’s strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither […]