A quiet voice, or the virtue of finding one’s voice.

Chapter one - Escaping the nest: In a small room, bare and Spartan, this is interrupted by the walls, on these walls rests notes and small scraps of paper with drawings and paintings on them. They are of everything and anything; buildings, flowers, animals, hands, faces, abstractions and none-sensical depictions of emotions. These are raw … Continue reading A quiet voice, or the virtue of finding one’s voice.

The prisoner, or the vices of choice.

Chapter one - Imprisoned: With a bang his eyes were forced open. There was a dim light from behind him and he blinked and blinked and blinked, still in the waking seconds where you have no idea where or who you even are. As he continued to stare into the dimly lit room he remembered … Continue reading The prisoner, or the vices of choice.