I don't know what it is about nothingness that's so exhilirating for me. To know that there is nothing in sight - no Walmarts or hotels, or bad drivers causing rush hour. There's also nothing blocking my view. Nothing needlessly clouding my mind with its message to buy something, eat something, follow a street, etc. … Continue reading Nothing
The air is calming. You're with me, but also the people around me don't make me as anxious as they do everywhere else. Things are moving a bit fast than usual, but slower than usual in an all-too carefully crafted together atmosphere. The lights are dim, but not dark, it makes the colors stand out … Continue reading Savor
I pressed the 'notes' folder on the phone. I found a list of information about a man named Christopher Nealon - his height, weight, age, that sort of thing. And then, at the bottom was a line with Christopher's signature and a copyright logo that was just next to the name 'Isaac.' What had Christopher … Continue reading Library – Pt 3
I haven't posted in quite a while, and the main reason is because I have switched focuses over to my music for a bit. I have just finished a new EP which can be found here: jetsonplains.bandcamp.com/album/moving-moving I hope to do more writing soon, especially finishing the Library series!
The paradox of my writing is that it can let me say so many things that I would not have been able to say in person, but that it keeps me away from anyone being able to say anything to me. I guess that’s okay for the situation I’m in now, because I’m not so … Continue reading Library – Pt 2
I am staring at two men who are outside of the library which I am in. They’re both just staring at their phones. Well, one of them just started walking away, but still. They were just standing there, maybe fifteen feet away from each other, staring at their phones, facing the same direction – towards … Continue reading Library – Pt 1
It was dark when he woke up. He was disoriented and confused, and so the dark was thicker and deeper. It was cold and he was wearing only a short-sleeve shirt, jeans, and ragged shoes. The ground was rough, like concrete that hadn’t been leveled-out the right way. He could feel that there wasn’t much … Continue reading Tower Story