Faraday James sat in the chair by the window, staring out at the street. How quiet it seemed, how empty. Men were missing and families mourned, keeping all but the lonely indoors. He could see the appeal in it – inside, in the comfort of one’s own living room, the rest of the world was […]
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Remembrance
I don’t really wish to make this blog overly personal, or political, but sometimes I’m overcome by a need to write something that isn’t related to films, or art, or books. As a writer, I absorb influence from everything around me, and my writing is as much a reflection of me as anything else. Besides, […]
