The versions of old stories took on a life of their own. The sheer amount of time involved, expressed itself as well. Like myths do. It began to no longer be a campfire tale, an interesting thing one speaks about on a long voyage. It seemed it became the most logical answer to that age-old problem -- well, wonder that is...many people tried to exploit it, they push mystery...
Month: July 2022
Autumn 1932, London, England…a hotel?
Autumn 1932, London, England: Cold grey October day, wind gusting….
I step out of the front lobby doors of the Sandman Castle Inn, put my hands in my overcoat pockets and pulled my long coat closer around me, against that bitter chill of the fall wind. The world was getting colder; it had been a long trip by steamer...
What do you think I am? (Breaking the Fourth Wall )
"Sometimes I rest in the stillness -- far out there, on the way back.
I stop and I am held without the weight of my life.
Suspended.
Listening to the cacophony of noise rise from that little circle.
Into my inky blackness, and I look back to their home.
It took me a long time to realize I was different from them.
That I was not the clothes I was wearing."
-- LOOKING BACK FROM SO FAR OUT (2015) ...
don't worry you can change this later 
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