False Idols Journal

A true traveler’s journey through suffering.

I’m starting to look like the person I saw long ago…

Creativity, Artists and Violence

It felt like being on the road this morning. You know, that strange waking in a motel on the way to somewhere, feeling? The coolness in the air and silent emptiness on the roadway punctuated by a random car rolling by. A little sad, but a little free.

Teetering on the edge of oblivion, the black mask of reality torn asunder. Memories return. Afterlife images, meaningless surrender.