Stepping Into The Twilight Zone

~ an essay on The Twilight Zone (1959-1964)

Last man, last dog

The last man opened his weary lids and light filtered to his latest reality.

Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

~ essay on the endurance of Star Wars and the legacy of Luke Skywalker

~ a poem

In a way, the ghost was free.

Human beings all have this inherent will and need to create.

The insides were burning, the outsides compelled to bear witness.

A new day…

The laser-garrote silenced the first goon outside the gate.