
Paranoia causes one to focus all attention on tiny details, while the big picture fades at the edges. Along the way, boundaries are lost. Anger and fear are the only emotions left.
Trying to find a comfortable spot, GarGar shifted himself in the straight-backed chair. He could still hear the old King’s words, “Send him to the North Tower of Castle Rising.” The castle which had a notorious reputation for extra-judicial torture and murder, was now his new home. Of all the towers in the rambling, brick structure, the North Tower was the worst. A constant wind blew in from the barred window of his cell and he could see the dust mites dancing in the filtered sunbeam that came in through said window. For all his youth, GarGar felt old and washed out.
Aloha and mahalo for stopping by.
Working to increase peace and beauty in the world.
Reflections on places traveled and photos taken.
旅行記、ゴルフ、ドローン映像など自由気ままな内容/Travel, Golf, Drone etc.
VI VERI VENIVERSUM VIVUS VICI
hedy bach original photography mixed stories and music
Sharing is Learning
—coffee shop conversations
you matter | your story matters | create empathy
Telling your untold stories at last
A Journal of Food and Fun
Heather Forgan - Independent Stampin' Up! demonstrator
MMO, Tech, and Whatever Else I Like!
They gave me a gold star.
writings from the heart