Heaven

How asinine of me to have thought I was in heaven. Heaven gives itself away with its own fluffiness. It’s a place you can’t imagine because reality is more interesting. Reality keeps you preoccupied. Not always such a bad thing. Like this snow outside the window. It’s white and humped by the wind, and it

The Man Who Came Out of Hell

              He would lean heavily on his sword cane, though he was in good shape and his gaunt frame couldn’t have been very heavy. It was as if he had discovered the hidden weight of existence, some heaviness that hangs in the air, and he couldn’t ignore it, it dragged him down. Knowledge can