It has been a sedentary couple of weeks as I have fended off what I insist is a typical winter cold, mainly because I have never had the fever that heralds you-know-what. Perhaps I would be decried as Omicron Superspreader, supervillain extraordinaire, except that I have been working mostly from home and have kept toContinue reading “A whisper of peregrination”
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The sleepers sleep
“So many people sleep through life, hardly aware of what’s happening around them,” said the skeptic. “Oh yeah?” his friend said. “What is it we’re missing?” “I didn’t mean you, necessarily,” the skeptic said. “Granted. I’m still curious. What are all the sleepers missing?” “The beauty of the sunshine. The worried look in their neighbor’sContinue reading “The sleepers sleep”
A vision of smoke and mirrors
I opened my eyes and saw a vast plain of people climbing over each other, scratching and clawing and seeking approval and validation, looking for love in all the wrong places, people talking without speaking and hearing without listening, a crowd lost in their loneliness, and a monolith in the middle that they struggled toContinue reading “A vision of smoke and mirrors”
Chapter 44 — Big Reveal
Layne splintered the door open and strode to the center of the lush office. Fitzsimmons, leaning back in his chair, raised his eyebrows slightly at the intrusion. “I’m taking you in,” the gumshoe snarled. “Can’t believe it took me this long to figure it out.” “I am innocent of any foolishness you believe,” the CEOContinue reading “Chapter 44 — Big Reveal”
A day lost and found
The day had come and gone without his notice. He had buried his face in the everyday and could not say whether the sun had shone all day or if snow had dusted the neighborhood. It was as if he had slept all day, but he remembered waking. Outside, he knew, there was a coldContinue reading “A day lost and found”
Object permanence
He was a simple man, or so he liked to think. He thought he was one of those guys who is born, lives for a bunch of years, and then dies without making an appreciable mark on the universe, one of those guys like the billions who had come before and the billions who wouldContinue reading “Object permanence”
The girl in the dream
(written about 13 years ago) She writes songs. In fact, she had the No. 1 song in the world. The words and melody struck so many people so deeply they had to own it and play it again anytime they wanted. She lives alone on the second floor of a two-story building. Maybe it wasContinue reading “The girl in the dream”
Warren Bluhm 