Enough White Lies Can Scorch The Earth

I Wish People Were Willing To Dig A Little Deeper Than The Surface Elements Of A Premise Before Tossing One Story In With Another.

I Can No Longer Believe In Any Voodoo Spell Or Laboratory Virus. This Is Something Deeper, Darker. This Comes From The Cosmos, From The Stars, Or The Unknown Blackness Behind Them. The Shadows In God's Boarded-up Basement.

We Are Where We Are, However We Got Here. What Matters Is Where We Go Next.

Writing Isn't Letters On Paper. It's Communication. It's Memory.

What's The Point Of Trying To Fix A World We're So Briefly In?