Last night, I had one of those dreams that lingers like smoke in the morning air—a dream where the gods themselves were in need of some good old-fashioned PR. Specifically, I found myself acting as…
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the muses i belong
The days blur together, as if time is just a suggestion, bending and weaving with each passing thought. I can’t tell whether the dreams are spilling into the waking world or if the world is…
the little hidden door
The dream is a little hidden door in the innermost and most secret recesses of the soul, opening into that cosmic night which was psyche long before there was any ego-consciousness, and which will remain…
Do what you came here to do (and dream a little too)
Listen! If you’re not doing what you want to do in this life, it’s on you. We live in a time where you can just about make a living doing anything you set your mind…