Captian's Log 2019: Happy Halloween 31 Oct 2019 A happy Halloween I wish to one and all, and tasty, tasty treats for everyone this fall. For anyone who remembers, I was supposed to have prepared a special post…
Captian's Log Haiku: Nights in the Cold 30 Oct 2019 The air, cold as ice, it is dry as desert sand, and pierces my shirt. The night, clear as glass, the dim stars in moonless sky, they're wonders unseen. This…
Captian's Log Karma in Jainism (+ Christian Response) 29 Oct 201929 Oct 2019 Peculiar to Jainism, Karma is believed to be part of physical matter, or indeed, to be matter itself. As I understand it, any desire, good or bad, leads to a…
Captian's Log Dreams Cling 28 Oct 2019 Blind and wading through the darkness, I’m lost; no floor, no ceiling, no up and down, no walls, no stars. Am I falling? Am I flying? Who knows? I’ve no…
Captian's Log Goodnight 27 Oct 2019 The song pervaded the drowsy atmosphere. Tables, deserted, slowly emptying as the hour twelve approached, their leftover cocktails and dirty plates waiting for a waiter to clean, quickly outnumbered the…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Blessed Mist 26 Oct 2019 The hills rolled on forever, deep into the mist, and yet, she knew that far beyond her sight the world awaited, the depressing potholes, the vain cars, broken windows and…
Captian's Log Excerpt: Hukam in Sikhism 25 Oct 2019 (Below is an excerpt of an essay I worked on regarding different religions. It's not my best, but I am tired. Goodnight). In Sikhism, there is a concept referred to…
Captian's Log Spider, Spider 24 Oct 201924 Oct 2019 The spider, sitting in her tattered web, lies motionless. The flowers, rising through the weeds, unfurl their purple petals. Only my eyes can see. A spider, homeless, small, crawls on…
Captian's Log Science Fiction | Rough Draft: Dying Sun 23 Oct 2019 The dying sun hung on the horizon, trapped in the perpetual twilight of this wasting planet. Over many lifetimes it would eventually set, and these lands would be cast into…
Captian's Log May Never Die 22 Oct 2019 Daylight streams in through the cracked wood of my coffin, a bright sliver, like a vein of silver against the blackened walls of my casket. My arms are bound in…