A man with a dented forehead, rotten teeth, and dark gray hairs scattered around a bald piece of head was the only person in the hallway near the entrance of Birchwood Terrace when I arrived with the Chinese food I was sent to deliver. His gray sweatshirt was covered in yellow and brown stains, and […]Read more "Birchwood Terrace | a short story"
As a species that is completely obsessed with the superhuman it is easy to understand why we often forget that we are human. And maybe we forget because inherent to being human is the recognition that we are limitlessly limited. This is perhaps why we as a species have gone through so much trouble and […]Read more "Limitlessly Limited"