the Blue City

“What god do you pursue in cities? Do you see him, briefly, from inside a moving tram? There – is that his name, those spray paint letters? Is that him, broken, crazy, speaking tongues? There, is that him? Can you demonstrate? Can you mouth or call his unsaid...

I create my own perfection…

“Dear Diary…” Today, I wrote a game pitch about Medusa. Medusa, who understands what is happening to her, who knows that Perseus is coming, who sees clearly and cannot be seen. She must sneak her sisters safely out of a post-Mythical metropolis,...