THE FOLLOWING IS NOT WRITTEN BY ME -or- THE MAN BEHIND THE MASK.
The following entry and those after it till the exact words "THE END" will be from a story I FOUND in a desk. I read it and remembered the simple joy of writing, my fondness for these explorations into the human imagination. It's a trip, really. What we like to think of as love, hate, triumph, failure, degradation, Jungian archetypes, the myriad of human emotion (at times so succinct and at times archaic) all reminiscent of the lives we live and often the lives Walter Mitty begs us to lead.
Its not a great story, but its worth a moment
~cheers
The following entry and those after it till the exact words "THE END" will be from a story I FOUND in a desk. I read it and remembered the simple joy of writing, my fondness for these explorations into the human imagination. It's a trip, really. What we like to think of as love, hate, triumph, failure, degradation, Jungian archetypes, the myriad of human emotion (at times so succinct and at times archaic) all reminiscent of the lives we live and often the lives Walter Mitty begs us to lead.
Its not a great story, but its worth a moment
~cheers