His footsteps echo in the corridors of darkened alleyways sparked with streetlamps. He searches garbage cans for succulent morsels of 7:30 dinners now forgotten. He passes by and I turn away living within the sunken dream of another man's reality.
Roscoe Delahunt is a troll; there seems little doubt of that. For years, he has surfed the Internet, looking for someone's parade to rain on, and he has rarely lacked people to torment. In the heady days before the World Wide Web, when Usenet was the primary vehicle for Internet discourse, Roscoe, starting as an … Continue reading Troll
The sound of music reaches my ears. Music from a time gone by which now to most is just a shadow. Ages fly by quickly, giving no one time to question why. I know not why myself nor do I care. Just fetch me my top hat, and my gold-handled walking stick and yes, we … Continue reading Carnation
We all have places we would be, if but the choice were ours. We all have lives we would have lived, if born in other days. Perhaps tomorrow we shall find a way to change our fates, but for today we shall remain just faces in the crowd.
Carlton walked into the third-floor break room of the Atlanta offices of Bickering Plummet and approached the snack machine in the far corner. It was six-thirty in the afternoon and Carlton had been at his desk since seven-ten that morning, with no signs of his day ending anytime soon. Fortunately, for Carlton, the machine contained … Continue reading The Miracle of the Magic Dollar
Rachel Lawson deals with death on a daily basis. As a nurse who specializes in the care of terminal patients, she has experienced every aspect of a person's final days, sitting with those who are dying, consoling the spouses and loved ones, knowing the right things to say, as well as knowing when saying nothing … Continue reading Rachel
One September afternoon in 2009, I took a stroll down Peachtree Street with my Nikon D60, and took several shots of the High Museum. I wasn't happy with the sky, so I played around with it in Photoshop.
One of my photographic obsessions is Decatur Square. Here are four shots from various dates in 2009 through 2010.
I regard myself as a non-theist, not because I reject the notion of an entity that, to humanity, would seem godlike, but because I reject a specific concept of how that entity manifests itself. I do not believe in a benevolent father-figure that's sitting on a throne watching over us and making sure everything turns … Continue reading Notes on a New Religion