“How does the Gold melt into the waves? Night after night I watch it happen, but every morning it comes back around and reforms itself into a ball in the sky that seems to float from an invisible source. Like the birds that fly alone, I ask myself these questions. What is that Gold?” These
The Space One Alright. Here we go. *taps monitor* Is thing thing on? It’s me. Mick. M-Mantey. Uh. Mick Mantey. I’m streaming to you from…somewhere? I can’t tell. I took a star. Then a second. This one to the left. I could tell that much. But somewhere past the fourth asteroid, I lost track of
Wow, would you look at that. Day forty. What does that mean other than less than fifty? That’s going to be the one that really hits anyway; fifty. Right now we’re just in the little middle-ground that stands between us and a solid piece of gold. Well, not gold. It’s not fifty years. Though at
Through everything, the sun is still shining. Even though the news makes it seem that the clouds are dark and covering the world. I’ve been trying to spend less time on the social media apps these past few days. Not to necessarily do much of anything else outside of staring through the window. Or at
I’ve been watching the show Umbrella Academy, on Netflix. A show based on a comic book series from Dark Horse, originally written by Gerard Way and illustrated by Gabriel Bá. On Netflix, Ellen Page, among others, play adopted children to a mad scientist/eccentric billionaire named Sir Reginald Hargreeves. He raises them as students in the,
Today I have nothing to say. My space bar isn’t working, and it’s annoying to try and type anything at all. Today I have nothing to say. The snow came down, and I felt that same blue and grey. The one that I’ve written about before. Today I have nothing to say. I’m sorry, I’ll
I spent a while last night with some bourbon and an old script. Sitting on the blue and yellow covered couch, re-imagining and revising an idea from two years ago. One that reminded of sunshine and old friends. The people that were in my life when I was working on it. Faces from Grand Rapids.
It took me until today to realize that my voice has lost stamina. I got to play my first game of Dungeons and Dragons with my friends of the quarantine. We used Facebook chat. Britton’s mic went out, Katie had technical difficulties, and I had to pee twice. Liam wrote a good session, none-the-less. Most
There’s a new thing going on right now. The One World: Together At Home Special. It’s like a big ol’ variety show of education, comedy, and music. Headed by Lady Gaga, in partnership with the World Health Organization, it’s got faces and voices of people like Billie Eilish, John Legend, J-Lo, Elton John, The Rolling
There’s a bridge in Brooklyn where I’d like to plant an apple tree. Not right on top of it, of course. That wouldn’t work so well. The air is certainly too thin or maybe filled with toxins. Grass doesn’t grow on cement suspended sky-bound, anyhow. No, instead, maybe I’d just like it to be somewhere
For My Buddy Norm. . I think that I’ve maybe forgotten. Through the mist and smoke. Through the drinks and long nights. Through the thought that maybe my star-gazing days are a haze, and I’ve been struck dazed and confused. Now the wall-sized window of my living room is a television screen, leading to a
A friend told me the other day that they were jealous of the way that my life seemed in this quarantine. That the fact that I have the time for self-discovery and looking outward, instead of diving into my own self and sorrow was making them envious. But I wanted to set a few things
