Captian's Log Going Out With the Tide 21 Aug 202516 Aug 2025 Go do your research now, and next year, when you get close to shore, throw your article overboard. I'll keep my eye out for it. We'll make sure it gets…
Captian's Log Going Out With the Tide 20 Aug 202516 Aug 2025 There, in the passing floodlight, a shadow rising in the fog. Hold, the lighthouse is coming round again. See! that's her. You'll be joining her crew, I reckon. Like I…
Captian's Log Like a Dove 19 Aug 202516 Aug 2025 I have desired you throughout the world, but you are not in the world. Mere reflections, only, hints, footprints, leading to a beyond beyond me. How can I follow you…
Captian's Log 3rd Piece of a Torn up Letter 18 Aug 202516 Aug 2025 Maybe I'm just a coward, sending my mind into places while keeping my body safe. I thought I'd maybe tax you with this since the two of you seem to…
Captian's Log 2nd Piece of a Torn up Letter 17 Aug 202516 Aug 2025 I guess I shouldn't have shut up. I don't think there would be any harm in mentioning what I saw, it's just that—I keep getting a sense. I mean, Wally…
Captian's Log 1st Piece of a Torn up Letter 16 Aug 2025 I need to talk to you about my last vision. I think you saw, you gave me a look, when I paused, and you asked me if there was anything…
Captian's Log Beyond Criticism | The Greatness of What Never Was 15 Aug 2025 Have I ever talked about one of the greatest plays I ever wrote? I probably have. When I started high school, all freshmen were compelled to take study hall regardless…
Captian's Log Tim-Tim 14 Aug 2025 "I'm being side-eyed by the little monster you fished out of the Mariana-uncanny-trench. I don't care if it's intelligent. It's creepy." "Don't talk to little Tim-Tim like that, please. He's…
Captian's Log Portrait d’Angelic 13 Aug 202511 Aug 2025 We keep her in this room, sir. Now, before I go, I must warn you, the eyes are the point of the maestro’s art. You may feel the eyes upon…
Captian's Log Portrait d’Angelic 12 Aug 202511 Aug 2025 Can you blame them for being so bloodthirsty? So careless of life and death? With what they are, not so much as a soul could reflect on his own reflection,…
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