On my arm oversleeping

The other night I slept on my arm awkwardly and woke to find it entirely numb. Being still partially involved in a dream, I found special significance in the sensation that the limb was entirely separate from me, telling myself, "This is the first time I've ever felt …

Some thoughts from my clockhead

Art exists because some things cannot be understood without being felt.

I've been wondering about my motivation, something I do infrequently as most of my time is spent putting down thoughts and feelings that come, like dreams, without conscious intent. And that's …