drmstream[writing]

For the first half, I sat in the room with her. She was cov­ered with a white sheet and slid into the mas­sive dough­nut of the machine. Another per­son might see the image mor­bidly, as if she was half slid out of a mor­tu­ary stor­age slot. I didn’t see an image at all; just my […]

I am not a writer. I am not good enough to be a writer. I don’t have what it takes to be a writer. I want to be a writer. I am not an artist. I want to feel like an artist. I can remem­ber what it felt like to try to write, before I […]