Dilettante Histoires

In "Reflections in Verse," the poet delves into the depths of self-discovery, weaving words like threads through the tapestry of their own existence. Each stanza serves as a mirror, reflecting the complexities of their inner world, from moments of triumph to shadows of doubt. Through lyrical exploration, the poet confronts their fears, celebrates their victories, and embraces the beauty of imperfection. With each line, they navigate the labyrinth of their mind, seeking clarity and understanding amidst the chaos of life. "Reflections in Verse" is a poignant reminder that the journey of self-discovery is a poetic odyssey, where every word penned is a step closer to finding oneself.

Julian Jaynes's book "The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind," has a lot of good parts. We've taken ONLY those good parts while ELIMINATING the bad parts, the boring parts, etc. Instead of reading nearly 500 pages, this 100-page "Good Parts" version captures the essence of Jaynes's study and message. Take a deep breath, sit back, and enjoy!

Eric and Mary Josephson's collection, "Man Alone: Alienation in Modern Society," has a lot of good parts. We've taken ONLY those good parts while ELIMINATING the bad parts, the boring parts, etc. Instead of reading nearly 600 pages, this 100-page "Good Parts" version captures the essence of the book's message. Take a deep breath, sit back, and enjoy!

A cellphone novel about post-life crisis. ☨ A nebbish Filipino vampire reconsiders his (post-)life choices after a fun but stressful dalliance with a party girl. ☨ RIYL: What We Do In The Shadows, Phonogram, Being Human, Garth Marenghi's Darkplace, A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night

This story is fragmentary due to the bipolar-express currently dwelling in my noggin. Probably on the process of selecting the perfect words that forge ahead through out the story or have other things better to do. Will this story has an ending? I don't know. Will I ever finished this tale? Please give the third degree to Albert Einstein. (All pictures used in this story are paintings from the spontaneously dutch painter, Chris Berens, whose world are both dark and fantastical that one mind cannot process well. I'm not worthy.)