| I have rolled myself up into an untidy
ball and flung myself into a corner of this small disused space I call
my brain.
Crumpled up like this, I find I can scan little nooks and crannies I had forgotten were there, and realise that convolutions of self-pity become very pronounced when seen from odd angles. Replicas of myself at different ages, in varying stages of emotional disarray, wander aimlessly through the mazes I have created for them. Some simulacra smile at hidden punchlines I cannot detect from this perspective, others merely gape in confusion at some pitfall along the way that they had not foreseen. © madmęb
1996
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The following links lead to fragments
of tales that constitute a fraction of the work I have created over the
years. Depending upon my state of mind, the complete tales MAY
be available upon request.
Tales of the Kabukicuckoo
Finite
Fables
Medea
ShadowKin
Stories
Tales from the Manuvu
