Captian's Log Strange Intent 7 Jan 20263 Jan 2026 We sang at the dawn of creation, repeating the tunes we had heard in our dreams. No one doubted, then. Creation was an immediate doing, a necessity, like crying when…
Captian's Log Tears in Spring 7 Dec 20256 Dec 2025 What happens next? I watched my world burn. Who am I with no one to call my name? What is my story? The past is gone. There is no future.…
Captian's Log Smiling Faces 2 Dec 202529 Nov 2025 A smile spread across his faceThe man was out of placeHe knew not what the youth had saidHis head hurt; he went to bed.Such things are rather troublesometo feel one's…
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 Emaced 25 Jul 2025 Dear dreams demand devotion, others commend, forget.Tonight, I've no emotion;I cannot feel regret. I sought you in the darkness,but found that in the light—the lightning's sudden starkness—your corpse was holding…
Captian's Log The Eternal Search 16 Jun 2025 We have walked through these desert and forgotten worlds, through ruins and plains, past towering monoliths and ancient graves—but we haven't found the light. It is a tired and wearied…
Captian's Log Free thoughts on The Problem of Evil: 22 Apr 202519 Apr 2025 I owe the idea to a speech given by the late Nabeel Qureshi for which I have not the energy, or perhaps it is the interest, in finding again. To…
Captian's Log The Runner & the Moon 11 Apr 2025 I am running. The night is cold, and my sweat's clinging to my clothes. My foot hits the pavement, and my calf cries out for rest as I will my…
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