by Jim Stitzel | Sep 21, 2024 | Stories
The crow talks to me. It sits on the road sign, with its black eyes, its black beak, and its black feathers, and it speaks to me. I don’t understand the words — they’re in bird, of course. But the words come, all the same. They take up space inside my mind,...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 19, 2024 | Stories
The lingering pain. It’s all I can think about. It dwells in my consciousness like an open wound, even though there is no injury to be found. It’s like fire in my flesh, a deep, crippling fury that makes me lose my sanity at times. I never should have made...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 18, 2024 | Stories
My toilet bowl is a portal to another dimension. Ask me how I know this. Great! I’m glad you asked. You know how I know it’s a portal? It swirls when I flush it, and I’m not just talking about the water. That swirls, too. No, when I flush, there is...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 17, 2024 | General
So, I’ve had hackers all up in my server the last few days. They have kept installing malware and making file changes to my websites I host on my server. And I’ve been going through and running regular scans and fixing the things they’ve mucked up....
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 14, 2024 | General
TW: frank discussion of suicidal ideation The last few days, possibly even the last couple of weeks, I’ve struggled with a suicidal ideation right around bedtime. I’ve written previously about the fact that mental unwellness creeps up on me at the end of...
