A rather derivative modern adaptation of “Notes from Underground” by the insurmountable F. Dostoevsky. by S. Dempsey | 07/30/26 I I do believe I am an earnest man. I am simultaneously a ridiculous one. I am, perhaps, an earnest man precisely because I am ridiculous. No, that is not it either; I have merely learned […]
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 […]
August 11, 2014by Sean Dempsey When I was a childThere stood a house by a lakeIn a bed of woods it did lay.We would yearly devote–To find hearth reached by boat–On a trip that took nearly a day. When I was a child,My two brothers and I,And little sister, merely three years,We would play high […]
