Fernweh

There’s a place I visit in my dreams.

The Archer

After he fired the little knives from his string, The Archer was not one fit for standing still.

Adam’s first conscious memory was of the film Mr. Smith Goes to Washington,

On a wall behind a food truck at Sixth, a half-finished face garnered the attention of a group of kids.

The Saint Michael raced across the tracks as the sun peeked the mountains.

Boxes and lines gleamed within the screen. The mind went with them.

A gorilla grunt, stoic as ever, alerted Dr. Stannick of the latest trial’s completion.

All things are constantly in one or another phase.

“I never thought I would find you here.”