I Am Less Interested In Ghosts Than

If I Couldn't Get Published Tomorrow I'd Still Be Writing. It's Something To Do With Feeling So Overwhelmed By This Experience Of Life That You Have To Tell Someone About It, And In A Way That Reorders The Experience To Make It Manageable.

The Mist Hung In The Air Like A Prancing Unicorn.

Repression In The Human Psyche Is Tightly Bundled. When It Has Been Pulled Out Of The Sprung Package So Often It Is Perhaps Difficult To Push It Back In The Box.

Rome Is A Place Almost Worn Out By Being Looked At, A City Collapsing Under The Weight Of Reference.

Since I've Been Hired To Contribute To The Storyline Of 'doom 4' I Can Say What Was Always True Anyway. I'm Working. You See, For A Writer, Lots Of Stuff That Doesn't Look Like Working Is Actually Working. Looking Out Of The Window, For Example. Balancing A Pencil On The Edge Of The Desk In Order To Find Its Exact Fulcrum. Playing 'doom.