I’ve published one more original piece on the site: “The House Beneath the House.”
It’s a short story about grief, accumulation, and the terrible discovery that rock bottom occasionally has a basement. If you’ve been reading this site for a while, you already know I’m interested in rhetoric, memory, and the hidden architecture of what people carry. This piece leans fully into that. No jokes this time. Just shadow, metaphor, and the quiet mechanics of survival.
If you’ve ever had the unsettling suspicion that loss does not arrive in chapters but in layers, this one may speak to you.
I won’t get into the specifics. I’ll just let you interpret what you may from it.
Read it here: The House Beneath the House – Static Pages, Moving Meaning
Farewell for now, traveler. Here are four doubloons for your troubles.

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