Untempered glass reflects the light (waves, particles) that somehow escape through microbial tears from where — or who, or what — …we digress but to see only what is ‘thought’ to be seen that is, the climax of the mind when ‘it’ is recognized, the ‘IAM’ of the mirrored ~ …

A Choose Your Own Apocalypse — You are visited by an extraterrestrial craft that is made of energy and powered by thoughts. The beings that greet you look familiar, though you have never seen them before. They tell you that the world you live in is an illusion. “Nothing new,” you reply. They want to give…

This essay was originally and angrily written after viewing Season One of Stranger Things in 2016. While the writing has been preserved, the author would like to note that he has little to no recollection of the herein grievances which so rightly plagued him. Like, not at all. Oh, well. …

Ironically, there are no stars in Los Angeles. The belly of the beast will eventually begin the process of decomposition, slowly priming you — yes, you! — as fodder for a relentless demagogue. It’s alright if you don’t vibe; masses flock in droves for a chance to provide their bodies…

Of TAKSU: The Perfectly Attuned State of Listening This article originally appeared on Reality Sandwich. As an actor, one is taught to model oneself on “types” and learn old world techniques from practical, modern intellectuals whose ideals have long since died. We live in an age of indulgence, stroking the…

The Perceived Labyrinth: Reality’s Inevitable Fall Thus far, 2011 has marked numerous new staples in my life, the purest deconstruction of my known reality notwithstanding. Days before Christmas, I watched the 1980’s film Labyrinth both while rolling and drugged up with an inebriating and exhilarating amount of ketamine. Before anyone…

Last year, I heroically wrenched myself away from what became known as my longest standing love affair, the devilish heartthrob, New York City. If it hasn’t been obnoxiously clear, I moved to Los Angeles to pursue an acting career — words that can feel like poison upon utterance, defining myself…

Five years ago, any hopes of being united in love under canopies of sunshine trickling through the negative space between leaves in a wondrous fairy tale forest were dashed when the mantles of “young” and “stupid” proved themselves stronger qualities than I’d dare admit. Melissa dumped me immediately. …