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…
Captian's Log To Time and Chance the Rest 11 Mar 20258 Mar 2025 I turn my back on the dying man and his spluttering breaths. I can feel his eyes following me as he drowns in his own blood. His wheezing voice calls…
Captian's Log Who Am I? 19 Dec 2024 I wonder who I am and if I have a name.I wonder where I'll go, and if I'll be the same.I wonder many things. I wonder all the time.I wonder…
Captian's Log New Moon 26 Sep 2024 Bright star in the night,bright star, my delight,cannot you speak of the moon,your mistress moon adorned in gloom? Dust's son, tired earth,whom death called at birth,why ask of the moon,of…
Captian's Log From the Archives: On Second Chances 24 Sep 2024 Hey readers, I'm sick. Missed work and all that. Can barely form a sentence before falling back into a sort of listless dream. Here's something I wrote a while back.…
Captian's Log September 11th, 2024: Lost the Meaning 11 Sep 20247 Sep 2024 Well, it's September 11th again, and an election season. I find I have a hard time knowing what to say. We mourn a tragedy that has lost any cohesive story…
