Visions of the 8th Palantir

This is the story of a man who became free of his own flawed identity.  More here: https://medium.com/@chaitanyadeshpande/mismatch-d03...

Am the master. Am the apprentice. Am the convention. Am the conjunction. Am the enemy. Am the ally. Am a dead man. Am the air that breathes ...

Every day for her, Was a new joy. Every day she saw him, 'Twas love at first sight. Black suit and brooding, He didn...

Her fluid beauty drew him to her, a musician free and fair. Her ringing laugh a clear sign he'd lost his heart to her. His heart swam...

i'm a friend, he said. you'll never be alone. but you're big, and am small, he whimpered. everyone hates me! Shush! you ha...

They met for the first time over the glare of computer screens. They met in a crowded room full of perverts, nymphomaniacs, and webcams pi...

All Writing is simple: as easy, as diverse and as debilitating as infinite monkeys typing.  Pigments evolved to ribbons, ribbons to ...