Things become more stark near the Blink. I don’t know how to explain it. The constant presence of the Blink lends these places a certain contrast. Even as things slip through in both directions – aspects removed and added – somehow or other the places themselves remain the same, and all these changes turn out…
Author: Brian
Even my Tears are Tired
Even my tears are tired. I no longer cry for the albatross. I no longer cry for the mariner. I don’t even cry for my lack of tears anymore. I just look at things that break my heart and I feel old and tired instead.
You Find a Book – 1
You sit up in the bed before you’re even fully awake- consciousness hitting you like a physical thing. In rapid succession- the shock of awareness, dizziness, pain dancing across your body. You finally get around to being confused at about the same time you remove the heels of your hands from your eyes. You just…
The Critical Voice
The Critical Voice. The “No, don’t do it. You’ll fail. You’ll get hurt.” voice in your head. A lot of manic, ‘fight-through-it’, ‘get-motivated’ advice advocates a “punch that voice in the face and tell him, ‘get outta my way!’” approach to dealing with the Critical Voice, but that is all wrong. The Critical Voice is…
Heat and Cold
I like it because it hurts. The beach. The shore. Where crashing wave meets burning sand and at this one juncture the extremes finally agree- they speak in unison a promise. The promise that there is no hope of finding comfort, no middle ground. Hot or Cold, there is not between. On this they agree…
Between Boards
One of the first Empty Places I went to, as I was learning about The Blink, was Heartwood County Conservation Club. Its been closed for a long time. Heartwood as a whole is pretty empty since the RV factory closed, but there is a restlessness to it that makes it hard for me to think…
Memorandum
I found something from the Blink today. I spend so much time seeking things like it, but this one came to me. It arrived by post, to my house. It was addressed to a man who never lived there, but it was meant for me. Vain of me, to imbue the Blink with sentience and…