I feel it building again. It begins as a whisper, a fleeting vision, a smell. I begin to think fondly of the ocean, a fun city, or a winding road through a gorgeous forest.

Then comes the envisioning of taking photographs, documenting the adventure fore…

I looked up from my coffee. Through the steam coming off the cup, I could almost make out her face. What a cruel trick of the mind to place her across the table from me again.

Had it been days? Months? I couldn't recall.

There were things left unsaid th…

Its face was playing tricks on me.

It has been 7 years floating inside this heap. Sometimes I forget that it isn't really a face. It's a control panel. The dials, however... & the read outs? They are definitely face like. It's not just some goofy "space …