Lying in Bed

Lying in bed, the man was nothing.

Facing the Daemon

~ a poem

The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain,

{Play as the alpha predator in an island wilderness, hunting invading humans}

Wow. I’m fucking terrible at chess.

I am in a house I do not recognize,

I am continuously, consciously drawn to this comic.

~ a poem about being

~ an essay on the Black Panther film

Orion drank in eventide’s crisp delights.