Jamamma

Self Reflection in a Dream In my dream I was slowly falling through a dark tunnel. Time seemed to not exist as I decended into the inky blackness. Slowly images came out of the dark and revealed themselves to me. My mind was proded with memories as favorite toys flashed before my eyes, small momentos of my youth appeared: a old baseball hat, a favorite shirt, a small blue ball, a green spinning top, and some toy action figures. Memories of many people I had lost touch with pushed themselves into my mind. I felt the hate and love for the people in my life anew. I felt the guilt of my past experiences mingled with the regrets of new ones. The

Descend Into Damnation: The Super Nova* Interview I twitched as my subject rearranged his seat. My apprehension was understandable. I was not entirely sure where I was, but after traveling underground for a good two hours, through a maze of interconnecting storm drains and subway tunnels, we finally arrived in a lushly decorated apartment some 10 stories under ground. The walls were paneled in dark stained oak and thick carpets on the floor. Mahogany chairs and tables were spread around the room, and a book shelf dominated one wall, filled with one of the most extensive collections of rare books, beautifully preserved. And as I understand i

[Chapter 3] All That Glitters I awoke in darkness; it is not something new for me. The sad part is that I am getting used to this. The darkness swirled around me and shapes began to stand out. The darkness lifted to be replaced by a gray bank of fog in front of my eyes. Slowly the memories I had from when I was younger came floating back to me. That is really something to say when you have lived as long as I have. The small apartment my family had above the bakery, the smell of warm fresh bread, the feel of my mothers arms around me as I slept. The days spent with my older sister learning to read from her story books. The fog swirled agai

[Chapter 2] The Hands That Hold. Chicago is an old city, even if its’ only technically been around for 200 years or so. From a tiny little trading post in what was known as the land of the wild garlic, to a decent sized fort later on, then the wooden city that became the nexus of trade from east and west, north and south; even at its unfortunate razing it still retained its status and power when it was rebuilt into the metropolis it is today. Chicago is a wonder to behold. Second largest city in America, and the worlds busiest hubs for traffic all over the world. The latter is more impressive, because not all of that traffic is restra

[Chapter 1] Icarus Rising It was raining, the night was cool and damp, but even the fresh breeze from the lake did nothing to dispel the horrid reek that came from the tavern that night. The smell of vomit and worst had sunk into the very foundation, not even a fire would clear the wood of the stench. There had been a fight earlier that night; the majority of the tables still lay in broken piles around the room. What few chairs remained were filled with drunken brawlers, passed out and or just sleeping. The tavern wenches strolled around, cleaning away mugs of half drunk ale and coin purses alike before the barkeep chased them back. I sa