Thin Line Perhaps the most horrifying thing about our reality is to learn that there are no unearthly terrors, no things that go bump in the night or feed upon our nightmares. Our evil isn't physical. Its debateable. No monsters, demons or vampires embody our fears. Real life is not so simple. We cannot merely take sword and stake and cross in hand to destroy the evils we face. Instead, we are hit by cars, fall down stairs, or, in my case, struck with illness.
These thoughts cross my mind as I look out my window to a bleak, sunless day. It is noon, but one would never guess by the grey sky and snowflakes, not even fighting to stay in heaven, drifting lazily down toward my purgatory. The ground is cold and dead, like I often feel, trapped in bed for weeks on end before getting a chance to interact with the world out there.
Books are my saints, fantasy my salvation. Boredom stalks me endlessly. It never tires, a noxious gas just wai