Like a homeless man scanning the pavement for a durry, we peeled away the leaves and matter of the forest floor, only to find decaying tins of beer, screws, nails and rabbit traps - anything but gold. I was an apprentice to the fanatic named George, who ran a surf school on the Gold Coast. A pervert in the entire sense of the word, devouring everything in sight, as if he were a white ant around soft wood. While he wasn't staring between the cheeks of Scandinavian women learni

The echidna figurine sat on the desk for five years, gathering dust and gnawed fingernail shavings - spat out from the mouth of the caged man, John. He was accepted in the workplace, yet within, everything stood still. At times, he said he felt as though he understood Lord Kelvin; the formula; the molecules; the chase for equilibrium in everyday life. I last saw him at Wat Phra Kaew in Bangkok, deep in the crowd, staring towards the golden roof. It made for a busy, colourful

As I write this, I am alive, and hence it is my turn in time, to live. As you read this, if you will, it is your turn - am I still here?

We move along the linear time of life - can it be, that each segment of entropy, within a life, is broken up into the intersecting points...

I am logged into the Corporate World, using a password they chose. My unique face provides access to the handheld device of knowledge;...

by William May

By Corbin Jefferson

By Corbin Jefferson

By William May