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Shouting in the Dark

“A reservoir of darkness, black
As witches’ cauldrons are, when fill’d
With moon-drugs in th’ eclipse distill’d.           
Leaning to look if foot might pass
Down thro’ that chasm, I saw, beneath,
As far as vision could explore,
The jetty sides as smooth as glass,
Looking as if just varnish’d o’er
With that dark pitch the Sea of Death
Throws out upon its slimy shore.”

            -Thomas Moore


This blog, and most blogs for that matter, has much in common with my chosen bit of insanity and obsession. For one thing, they achieve basically the same amount of success; that is to say, little if any. For another they both work in the same way. I am a lone man shouting in the darkness around me, hoping someone will listen. Whether that be in the field of short story writing or just this little place with a weird name, I, and many like me, are just strangers in the dark hoping---begging, let's be honest---for attention. Fore some that darkness is only a short hike round the bend while for others…