Limitations

There is a creeping doubt. It hides at the edge of my sight — of my thought — where it lingers, stepping back whenever I try to peer into its direction. As the line of between light and darkness shifts, it keeps its footfalls behind the shadow. Truth is there with it; that I am … Continue reading Limitations

When I Must Interact

People are gathering in the hall. Books surround them. I sit at my table, anxiously awaiting someone to approach me, someone to show even a moniker of interest in what I’ve wrote, the covers I designed, or even me. Do I look like an interesting enough person to talk to? Or am I just another … Continue reading When I Must Interact