The Windmill

"how odd that i can have all this inside me and to you it's just words." - dfw



this is where i record myself.
life shall be built in doing and suffering and creating.

—william james

when i was learning to write i used to make my 8’s like infinity symbols.

nervous systems: issue 1 (limited edition)

quantity of originals printed: TBD

price: free

published february 12 2014

printing period: 2/12/2014 - 3/14/2014

no fewer than 26 copies and no more than 65 copies of the zine will be printed, numbered, and signed by the author.  electronic pdf copies of the zine are not available at this time.

email nervoussystemszine@gmail.com to request your copy.

www.nervousystems.blogspot.com
nervous systems: issue 1 (limited edition)
quantity of originals printed: TBD
price: free
published february 12 2014
printing period: 2/12/2014 - 3/14/2014
no fewer than 26 copies and no more than 65 copies of the zine will be printed, numbered, and signed by the author.  electronic pdf copies of the zine are not available at this time.
email nervoussystemszine@gmail.com to request your copy.

excerpt from my novel might be the most accurate depression description i’ve ever written

I sunk to the ground, suddenly overcome by the wave of exhaustion I had been missing.  I leaned against the chain link and felt hot, numb tears spilling endlessly down my face.  I cried for what could have been hours, unable to muster the energy even to sob or accompany my weeping with emotions of sadness.  I was so utterly drained.  An empty being leaking onto the pavement.  Tears were all that was left within me.