Small Town Blues.

Small Town Blues.

What life used to be like for me.

Something I’ve gotten used to.

The Islander goes mad in hisself-imposed Robinson Crusoe existence.

If at first you don’t succeed fail, fail again.

The opening story in a dark nihilistic trilogy.

A short story I wrote a long time ago, meant only to invoke one feeling, I chose fear.

My muse has a mine of its own.

Only you can remove the barriers you create in your life.