A man looks back at his mother’s life.
A peek into the early life of our universe.
A short story of nature, city skies, and the nostalgic stranger on the roof.
What do you do when you’re at the end of your spiritual rope? I dunno. It’s kind of a strange process.
A poem, about rain and sadness.
Fall is strange and melancholy and beautiful all at once.
Sacrifices must be made.
A tale of tales.
Do you believe in humanity?
A poem about coloration.
A piece of weirdness about stories. It’s not really an ode, but… eh.
People are silly and wierd and sometimes stupid. But we should love ’em anyway.
Without anywhere to build from, you can’t make anything strong and stable.