Captian's Log Twilights 21 Jul 202317 Jul 2023 The sleeper, the dreamer, the dead.The keeper, collector of heads.The wisher, deceiver, has fledand I will whisper what's said: For the stars will return in the night,and the skulls which…
Captian's Log Layover 20 Jul 202317 Jul 2023 The dusty road went on into the desolate plain, tapering until it fell out of sight in the far haze of heat which separated the clear, blue sky from the…
Captian's Log Wish You Were Here 19 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 As I sit with you, I wish you were here, but you're not. You're somewhere far, far away. I don't know where; maybe I've grown calloused, but I don't think…
Captian's Log Layover 18 Jul 202317 Jul 2023 There is a melancholy air in the noises a bus makes when it parks: a hissing; then the engine dies. You step out of this monster you've been riding in,…
Captian's Log A Place of Spirits 17 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 It is a place of spirits, of goblins and ghosts, and of sorrow. Like a dampness, you can taste the air and know that somewhere, somewhere near is…an epicenter. You've…
Captian's Log Memento Mori 16 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 Yet, of the pagan gods, some voices said that they were demons dragging souls to Hell. Not all immortalities are equal; an indefatigable fire for the infamous, an endless suffering…
Captian's Log Memento Mori 15 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 My eyes met the skull's eyeless sockets, the shadowed holes reminding me—almost, I could hear a voice putting it into words—that I too would die, might lie as he, my…
Captian's Log Memento Mori 14 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 Too well known for anyone to bother making a copy, too tired a point to need repeating, and so it was forgotten. A paradox, but such is life, a walk…
Captian's Log Memento Mori 13 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 Yet, if history was silent on its origin, it did whisper, a long, hoarse whisper through the centuries, carried on under the cries of war and famine and death, the…
Captian's Log Memento Mori 12 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 The daylight touched upon the corpse. It was little more than a skeleton covered in dust and cobwebs. The man had died at his desk, his head his own monkish…
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