They say that the world is different in everyone’s eyes. Whether it be the beholder who sees beauty, or the rose tinted which see through emotion no sight is the same. If the world we all see differs, then how can we say we see how others view ourselves just by using a slab of glass?

In a world where how one perceives and is perceived what can you do when you cannot see yourself? A mirror is a to...

In a world of a actions that follow the whims of people one ignores the path of the unspoken and unread. The wish every book holds dear is to be read and enjoyed by another reader. They spend each day gathering dust awaiting when the action of those who pass by like a blur gives them a chance to engage in life as vividly as their creators hoped....

A burly sailor sits at a bench holding a well worn notebook “You know every half educated quack telss ya that keeping a journal helps deal with the stresses of life as you keep it recorded.” He hacks and spits out the porthole next to him onto whatever remains of the deck above the water. “Don’t do ya much o good taking time to write down your worries when they may be the death of yer”… the oddly ...