I spend the occasional part of my waking hours on a University campus, a very minimal but nevertheless important portion of time. From time to time, when I am not so rushed, I sit outside of the building where my office is eight stories up, barely populated and very quiet by the time I arrive.… Continue reading Is there proof of God?
I found myself in a small outdoor bar called the Coffin Club, elegantly titled because the bar itself was ringed by a selection of coffins to be used as tables. The theme was, of course, vampires, and the young men behind the bar sported tight leather pants and appallingly bad face paint. Their faces were… Continue reading The Vampire Tristan