An experimental short story at the intersection of mythology, existential occult horror, transcendent adventure story, exploration of consciousness and creativity, and psychedelic memoir.
A frail old man, tortured by grief and delusion, is dying a pitiful and horrifying death, and he is utterly alone. A demon pulls him downward as he desperately searches his memories for the key to escaping damnation.
Is there a single practice that can multiply creativity? For me it was a small shift in the way I captured my ideas. This shift was the single most transformative practice I've made a habit of. I'll explain...
Why are people so driven to create, and how can we become more driven? How can we all be more creative? Where do we look for inspiration? And how can we all live a more creative life?
I rebuilt my website and started over on the journal. Why the hell would I do that, and what am I going to do now? You'll have to read to find out.
Wherein I explore the classic epic fantasy novel The Worm Ouroboros by E. R. Eddison, a dark precursor to modern fantasy that I recommend to all lovers of fantasy.