Torturous Little Things

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Dreams are torturous little things. I have incredibly vivid dreams, and I’ve always been thankful of this fact, despite that it means some days my dreams really fuck with me.  There’s this unique range of emotions that seems exclusive to dreams: hazy nostalgia and melancholy mixed with the sense of more memories just out of […]

The Blood Red Giant

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  The Blood Red Giant In my present daydreams, there is a great monster who rises from the sea, silhouetted by the red skies of sunset.  His wide, hollow eyes look over a city on the bluffs above the sea, but he is staring at me.  I am paralyzed by the recognition of his size […]