"Are you sure this is the place?" Steven asked, trying his best to keep the disdain out of his voice.
"Yeah man," Howard said. "This place is fuckin' sweet!" He clapped Steven on the shoulder. Steven internally recoiled from the touch, but suppressed the urge to do so physically.
"Close your eyes." They say.
I obey; shutting the world of structure, order, sensation out, and I peer into the storm within. For inside, there is only the fractal static, an
Picking what to write about is often the hardest part about writing for me; Not because I don't have anything to write about - good lord no, I could yap on