After failing as an artist (a synonym for unemployed), I worked in a mine in rural America. Not much in those badlands, except weeds the colour of my skin, jingoists who loved guns, and Confederate flags. There were some good people like the ones who left me alone as I… Continue reading
I’m meeting an acquaintance in the Metaverse at a virtual café he’s trying to get me to buy. The possibilities are endless, he says, and then launches into a spiel about the money I could make hosting parties and concerts, inviting musicians, displaying digital art. I look at myself in a mirror opposite us in… Continue reading
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.