Distress

Through the winding, forceless chasms of the outer void, a beacon chimed its detectable pulses without end, without expectation of a return.

Solipsism x Soulcraft

What wondrous power a singular mind must have to dream up a universe?

~ a poem about that superior plane

~ an essay on the Berserk manga, volumes 1-3, ‘The Black Swordsman Arc’

One way or another, Beto didn’t feel like drawing his sword today.

{Sail the high seas with a crew of pirates, fighting for treasure and for glory!}

~ an essay on Franz Kafka’s novella The Metamorphosis (1915)

Sometimes I am a persona. Other times, I’m poison.

Reality does not appear to us to be a choice.

~ a poem about flowing