Show and Tell
“Come in, come in,” he mutters, edging around the heavy dark desk, moving carefully, perhaps a bit stiffly, to avoid knocking over the books and papers piled, half-read, along its outer reaches. “I’ve been hoping to see you for a…
“Come in, come in,” he mutters, edging around the heavy dark desk, moving carefully, perhaps a bit stiffly, to avoid knocking over the books and papers piled, half-read, along its outer reaches. “I’ve been hoping to see you for a…
Is there a name for the deep hunger for evidence that we actually exist? “I think, therefore I am” is a pretty flimsy reassurance. Every character we write believes that they think; every character we write believes that they are.…
Art is like clothing: It displays and it conceals at the same time. We open parts of ourselves to the world while closing off other parts, we express our self through artful concealment – projecting our light in certain particular…