The Doors had been appearing for quite some time now. Appeared in places no door belonged. People had not yet noticed them, walked through them. And those who had was no longer here to tell you about it. Christmas calendar of 2020. One chapter published a day until Christmas.

a short story

The summer of a can of Pepsi, a box of crayons and a pocket knife.

a screenplay about a misterable man living a miserable life based on the radiohead song with the same name

its spooky time

" You may not notice us, but we're everywhere. You may not believe that we exist, but we do. And you see us every day. The thing is, you don't notice us, don't recognize who we are or what we can do. The cigarettes are not being lit by a lighter, nor by marches. We light 'em by our bare hands. "