[2006-03-21—02:23] In the darkest of times the simple things become the most important and sometimes the most difficult. It’s all too easy to let problems…

[2006-03-19—23:40] In the rain, the streets took on an almost beautiful aspect, by the lights of the buildings and traffic signals which reflected in stretched…

[2006-03-19—04:27] Looking out over the expanse of landscape which lay before me at the mouth of the mountain pass in which I stood, the snowy…

2006-03-18—02:26] He almost tripped at the edge of the shelf of rock, causing some of the loose gravel that had caused him to lose the…

[2006-03-16—22:55] He wandered through the streets without apparent purpose, an early-even reveler or a person with nothing urgent on his mind or demanding his attention.…

[2006-03-16—02:15] I am made of pain. My hurts, my fears, my insecurities, my angers & hates, my frustrations and self-pity, my confusions, and my misunderstandings.…

[2006-03-15—03:32] He blinked. And it shifted. For a moment the tumult ceased. The sense of shifting borders, of dissimilar masses pushing and moving, almost merging,…

[2006-03-14—03:07] The snow was at mid-calf here in the lower passes, and soft enough that you usually sank into it fairly well. But it was…

[2006-03-12—20:38] The stone passing on the left of the wicker cage was marked by the scraping of the basket in its passage up and down…

[2006-03-12—03:23] The way it normally went in situations like this, we’d all be dead already. But, then again, this was not normal. So, get this,…