Captian's Log “I’m Increasing Your Medication” 24 Sep 202520 Sep 2025 "Even a worm will turn, mon ami." "Ah yes, but a worm is an animal." "And what are you, you enlightened son of a dog?" "I don't think . . . if you're just…
Captian's Log Dreams Upon the Sea 23 Sep 202520 Sep 2025 Upon the sea of dream I, a castaway, clinging to driftwood, watched the rising sun. I did not think I'd live to see again that light. Every last tear shed…
Captian's Log Night’s Traveler 22 Sep 202520 Sep 2025 The burning flame along the road, the faces of weary men, and I must travel on. My yellow lantern's glow shows hardly the next step, but the next step is…
Captian's Log The Dying Noise 19 Sep 202517 Sep 2025 What is true today, this moment? Where is the dead voice of the truth? Nobody hears, if we shout loud enough, and we are shouting. No silence, no thought. No…
Captian's Log Rest Is in the Grave 17 Sep 202513 Sep 2025 How weary you are. How time has torn at you. Still, I look in your eyes, there is some life there, light like stars. You will keep fighting, I think,…
Captian's Log Between the Heavens and the Seas 16 Sep 202513 Sep 2025 Stop. I long to stop. To rest. To be stopped. Is there not a… I am, am I? Then why can't I, through all my tears and prayers, stop what…
Captian's Log Cannot Stop 10 Sep 202530 Aug 2025 The dream eludes me even now. The closer I seem, the more of a bogy it becomes. My hand reaches out, my fingers must brush it, but I feel nothing.…
Captian's Log I Have Forgotten if I Am Dreaming 9 Sep 202530 Aug 2025 I have forgotten if I am dreaming. All these faces, supercilious, like grotesques, like jokes. These scowling demons rising over me, can they be real? They seem so distant. "Words,…
Captian's Log Window to Heaven 8 Sep 202530 Aug 2025 Somewhere a censer swings. This dark place is full of smoke and unutterable chants. Incense fills my nose as my desperate eyes search for the light. God help those whose…
Captian's Log Alfred 6 Sep 202530 Aug 2025 We were sitting merrily after he'd poured the drinks; well, I and he were sitting. Dull was standing, his head bowed like one in thought. I thought he was preparing…
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