To toil gives man purpose. His eyes glisten with fervor at the thought of work and career. Because he is distracted. Because he is caged. A caged man is unencumbered; he has his walls and his routine to keep him company. To keep him happy. To keep him sane. The hamster, too, is happy. His […]
by Sean Dempsey, 6/28/23 The damned clock struck 6pm. Again. As it always seemed to do each day with far too few words unwritten—and far too few coherent thoughts on the page. Evelyn was exhausted. Her serene study was tucked away within the corners of her 19th century Victorian home. She had written her last […]
by Sean Dempsey, 4/12/22 Ignorance is the soil, and propaganda the manure required to seed a Forest of Lies. Those who live in the woods and feed off the fruits of this forest are impervious to all manners of Truth—even when revealed to them, they retreat to the putrid shade of the canopy and cower […]
