The Abyss
She was waiting, the clock kept ticking. She listened to each tick lead her right into the next one. She felt as if she was being pushed forward by an invisible force onto someplace she knew led to an Abyss.
Kalpak Tapas
A Thousand Words
I'm on a train, sitting idly on the (side) lower berth with my back pressed against the divider between two sections. It is around 1 am in the night and I'm peering through the glass.
Constraints and Resolution
I really liked this book. This story is a thrill ride. Ten people in clear view of their own death coming and (nearly) helpless in the face of it. A masterful work of story telling and suspense.
Butterflies and Existentialism
Some things make you old. People might say having a regular schedule makes you so. Waking up on time and going about the day’s business like clockwork, ticking away each passing moment with pinpoint accuracy, marking out portions being well organized and responsible. You know you're getting
Ruminations on a Dormer
It is now close to 3.30 and I’m still not over the sugar rush. Having slept most of the day, I’ve never been more awake.