This one goes out to my poor T-cells. Poor bastards did nothing but kick ass and take names for year after year, and now, suddenly,...

Sitting around listening to some music. I am feeling inspired by Lindsay’s Daughter’s roommate: who is listening to an album per day,...

“Like one that on a lonely road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on And turns no more his head, Because he...

We all must cross alone, When we split from meat and bone. For time does wound, And so does space, A precious boon, Thus displaced. We...

Well, I guess you should never fly too high, just as you should never fly too low. Icarus taught us that, you would think I would...

I had, what turned out to be, a fantastic—albeit very draining—weekend. It was great to spend time with old friends, and to go to a...