Our Sunken Place |July Study Piece Part 1: The Psychology

“What good fortune for governments that people do not think.” - Adolf Hitler   In humans, there has always been an intrinsic struggle between the self and others. We must be able to maintain a distinct self-identity while at the same time be able to fit as one of the innumerous cogs of society. Because…

[Poem] Bound

An extension of the June Quote of the Month. Xiao Mei lives to see the dawn of the day. The hues of brisk yellow match her skin like Chardonnay. “Be a doctor or lawyer,” both of her parents say. “It’s not like artists make money anyway.” Michael is Michael because Mwenye was too hard to…

Ode to a Nightingale

Ode to a Nightingale - John Keats My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains          My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains          One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,          But being too happy in thine happiness,—                …

Art Piece: Trickling Away

A revisit to an old piece. Which one of you can guess which one it is? If you like my art, you can buy prints of them here. I need some ideas for a new piece since I'm fresh out. Like and follow if you enjoyed. Lieutenant out.

Art Piece: Spiraling

  The name of this piece has three meanings; it not only alludes to the nature of the staircase but also to the eternity of time as well as the feeling that everything is spiraling out of control. Other than that, this piece isn't really that good in my opinion. I hope to redraw this…

Little Nightmares: Beelzebub’s Paradise

Warning: Spoilers Ahead Little Nightmares was a cute little game that came out a couple of weeks ago. I say cute but the only cute things were the Nomes and Six (who became less cute as time went on). I'm not sure what this article is but I guess I'll figure it out as it…

Art Piece: Final Horizon

This is Ultimate Horizon -- The Universal Fate. If you like this, this art piece is available as a print here.

Story Starter: Unnamed and Unknown

Sam Shotter hurried along the wharf, fully aware of the looming grey clouds in the sky. The crates piled up haphazardly on either side made it more difficult to navigate and he cursed the day-sailors who left them there. He turned right and was forced to slow down as he encountered a maze of the…