(This is the Follow Up to The Dream)
They are blinded, deafened, damned by their perception of an inescapable fate. And to those open enough to hear the call, misconstrue and make him wish he never woke at all.

The days flow by one by one. Strengthening the bonds, the love, and the pain. The pieces of my broken heart fall silently through the darkness, the shadow of a love unreturned.

This is a profile of Eric Nye, a street photographer out of Los Angeles.

He’s an interesting guy. He has a certain methodology and style when it comes to his photos. He doesn’t deviate much from his formula. He also comes out with some of the most interesting photography I’ve seen.

A poem of a young girl who is losing her father to substance abuse and her plea for his return.

Burton was sitting at home watching Jeopardy when the phone rang. On the line was the director of NASA, Tony Brodie. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was being offered a job at a top secret research facility at the North Pole. The nature of the work he would be doing was vague at best until Brodie mentioned the name of the project…Damascus. There were rumors surrounding project Damascus. Horrible rumors of mutilations, disappearances and unexplained phenomena. His initial thought was to turn him down. But then Brodie told him the names of the research team. Everyone of the twelve world renowned scientists were people he never dreamed he would have an opportunity to work with. He reluctantly agreed to take the job.

I dream a lot. I do more painting when I’m not painting. It’s in the subconscious.

Many people will envy,
pursue courses during their lifetimes,
which hopefully will win them
a niche in some Hall of Fame.

Some aspire to the temples of history,
which will eventually crumble to dust.
Some crave a place
in the musty archives of record achievements.
Others yearn for the glittering spotlight of celebrity,
but its glare may quickly fade.