As I stare out of my window near midnight, I see the other side of the city.
So many stories fill so many windows where humanity resides, even where shadows occupy vacant light.
Along streets, random people, people so tiny from my viewpoint, walk not with distraction, but with a purpose all their own.
Taxis hurrily slow then escape back into grids.
Highrise offices break from consumption.
A glowing skyline pulses to catch its breath, so that it can resume another vibrant day.
July 31, 2012
A New York Night
July 24, 2012
Maxim #14
Birthdays are like a snifter of good brandy. Eventually I’ll have another. — Literophanes
July 19, 2012
Maxim #13
Word by word, writing, we give life to new realities, live present ones and resuscitate past ones. — Literophanes
July 12, 2012
Maxim #12
Never underestimate the flow of creative writing; even five mediocre sentences have the potential to become one great one. — Literophanes
July 11, 2012
Maxim #11
To me a good scary story succeeds when the suggestion of fear is more powerful than the fear itself. — Literophanes