Category: Writing

Lovecraftian Mushrooms

Deciding that a morning dose of mushrooms was a brilliant notion, he drank the thick sludge in three large gulps. As the effects slowly took hold, he found himself undertaking another task, altering his Woobie to accommodate more versatile mountain pants. Despite ample space in his backpack, he was gripped by the urge to minimize, […]

Break Time!

Venturing beyond the serene mountains into the realm of the “real world” brought a shift in rhythm. The hush of peaks was replaced by the scrape of carpet and tile underfoot, trips to the junkyard, some DIY acupuncture, and hearty indulgence in the pleasure of eating. Oh, the feasting! From the savor of egg foo […]

The Mysterious Campsite Caper

The dark woods whispered with the secrets of countless shadows, and the air was thick with uncertainty. Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy, and their lovable Great Dane, Scooby-Doo, found themselves wandering through the tangled undergrowth, each step a symphony of breaking twigs and rustling leaves. “Like, are you sure we’re going the right way, Scoob?” Shaggy’s […]

Umpqua National Forest

My train out of San Francisco was cancelled, but I went anyway, hoping for Amtrak to comp a hotel room for the night. They got the train running and I was able to get a great nights sleep in the Oregon forest, despite the mosquitoes. How’s my hair? #Oregon #wandering

The Math of Forgiveness

With a gentle pull, he drew in a measured puff from the corn cob pipe, pondering the enigmatic math that lay behind forgiveness. Contemplating the phenomenon of amplified and exponential growth within the intricate web of human connections. Just as minuscule alterations in initial conditions could herald monumental consequences in complex systems, forgiveness held the […]

Wandering San Francisco

Amidst the concrete canyons of San Francisco, the homeless, burdened by the weight of societal neglect, no longer huddle in the dimly lit corners of the city’s streets. They are everywhere. In their hands, a fragile lifeline appears—a syringe, a pipe, a momentary escape from the relentless onslaught of their inner turmoil. Their eyes, once […]