Storms, and flying things
Sometimes I wish that I had the skill and the resources to be able to take a quality picture of what’s going on in the instant that I see it. I’m sure a lot of people have this wish from time to time, but being in a relationship with someone who sees the world through the eyes of an artist has increased my regret over being unable to communicate in images. We’re lying together...
And then it got dark
One of the things that becomes immediately obvious to those who know me in person is that I am a huge, unapolegetic geek. A good part of my childhood and adolescence was salvaged by the existence of (occasionally brilliant, often unspeakably trashy) sci-fi and fantasy novels, and I had longer and more emotionally satisfying relationships with people I met through MUDs and other online refuges than...