“The things of old that we once loved are not truly gone. They are for us to attempt and fail, forget and flail, our faults…a breath to something newly borne.”

Thomas K’s Dream Diary – August 17th, 2008 All the senses are all at once dominated by a terrible, stinking and gritty heat that shines and slimes through what was once thought to be the firmly secured windows of the mind. In competition with one another, your sight, hearing, smell, and taste swim against the […]

“I wish to know all the world…so that I may become it…and change.”

“If I saw, and were content with seeing…I would no longer care to look, and would confine myself to being”