Captian's Log For a Kiss 11 Jul 20269 Jul 2026 We have little time, but all of time is too little, too short a span, too mean a measure, even for this kiss. You have two lips, but I have…
Captian's Log When I Was Dead 10 Jul 20264 Jul 2026 The thing that struck me, how do I say, when I was dead, I saw everyone… I saw everyone differently. Souls, I think, but something more representative than literal. You,…
Captian's Log Rambling Thoughts: The Play Is the Thing 9 Jul 20264 Jul 2026 There appears three broad categories of art: The arts of music, the arts of words, and the arts of media. There is, of course, exchange between them. The poem is…
Captian's Log The Vizier’s Prophecy 8 Jul 20263 Jul 2026 "But, pardon me, you are a man. You walk about on two legs, have a head, eyes in it, ears to the side. All the accoutrements. You want me to…
Captian's Log The Immortal Change: The Wizard 7 Jul 20263 Jul 2026 The thing, once a man, the thing, once nearly a god, the thing… Malevolence blazed in the furnace of its soul, the glowing embers shining with hatred through those spheres…
Captian's Log The Immortal Change: The Seeker 6 Jul 20263 Jul 2026 I don't think you've changed as much as you think. Development is change, but so is corruption; growth and decay, in an ever shifting world, one is life and another…
Captian's Log The Immortal Change: The Conservative 5 Jul 20263 Jul 2026 The change was slow, internal, as all such changes are. Time, when time can work, is incredibly destructive. Am I a god? No. A man, a very, very old man,…
Captian's Log 2026: Fourth of July 4 Jul 20262 Jul 2026 Happy Fourth of July! For some reason, the enormity of this anniversary has not struck me. 250 years and counting. I shall be an old man if I make it…
Captian's Log The Side of the Angels 3 Jul 20263 Aug 2026 But can a zombie dream? I would not mind the change so much if I could dream. One must sleep to dream. They do not. So you see, it is…
Captian's Log Hot Nosed 2 Jul 2026 We begin to see beyond our noses only when the have first seen it, our nose, that is. Once we see how we see, see our seeing, as it were,…
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