The sky would descend on them any moment. Of this he was certain. He was trying to warn the others, they were walking together in a group of four, but he didn't want to spook them. How to let them know that soon the sky would be down here, where...

By the time he walked into the menagerie of 10AM at the office, he was calm about everything. He knew he'd get out of this. He'd gotten himself into worse situations before. Plus now that he thought about it, his wife catching him  cheating wasn't the biggest of his worries.

Even...

The thought of returning home felt unwise. Although he spent all day dreaming up sales copy that could convince bozos into buying almost anything, Dempsey couldn't imagine a plausible explanation, a believable story as to why he had been gone all night.

It painted too perfect a picture: the cheating husband....

Man saw that every time urine left his body he would soon die...

if it were not for water . Pure, clear water that he could drink so that he would not run out of blood .

The earth provided so much water. It seemed an endless supply. Man would urinate in...

Compared to other men downtown late evening, Max Dempsey has an edge. While others sport the dark blue shade of a five o clock shadow , Dempsey's chin and jawline flaunts fresh.

The key is to know when he's going out after work. To plan ahead. When he's decided that...

curiosity + consistency is probably all you need.

Unless you're looking to be a world changer .

But there are very few world changers amongst us. And the desire to change "the world" is something we learned on the way. Maybe it was an icky lesson at first so we pretended that...

As somebody working in the info sector , I spend much of my time on a computer. Even if I were to be hyper disciplined and used computer s exclusively for work, the portion of my week spent on computers would still be significant. That's why I prefer physical books...

The email arrived as a surprise.

For the sender had been dead for a year now.

Had they been dead for much longer, it wouldn't have invoked the same fear. He couldn't explain why this was.

But the fact that his friend had only been dead one year... not even that... made him...

There was  hair in my food. My friend told me it was bad, that they should give me a refund.

I didn't mind.

At least tell them he said.

Nah. I don't want them to feel bad.

Feel like they should give it to you for free, he said.

When I'm eating somebody else's food...

In the back of the cafe there is a space that has been my favorite place to write.

Only thing is that it is hardly ever open. Still the cafe is my favorite haunt. I'll go there for a cup of coffee and sit around sipping it in the thick, white...