Just a very normal guy sharing surreal visions and odd microfiction short stories from a universe not too different from our own.
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Mar 11, 2022 • 30 tweets • 5 min read
I would like to share a story with you about my friend Yevgeni.
Yevgeni ran a small kiosk on the Left Bank of Mariupol, Ukraine. He sold gum and cigarettes from his little booth, out a small metal window overlooking Freedom Square.
I would often stop and lean down to see his smile and buy a lukewarm Coca-cola on hot summer days while walking to the sea or the bus stop. He would be so excited to see me and my American friends.
Mar 4, 2022 • 7 tweets • 2 min read
Between the ages of 20 and 22 I lived on the Left Bank of Mariupol, Ukraine. I was entirely out of place as an American living there. I was coming out of a dark time in my life and the people of Ukraine took me in and revived me. It's where I learned to love.
Babushkas invited me into their homes. They touched my cheek and poured me tea in a room that held nothing more than a table.
I helped with their orphans and witnessed, with a breaking soul, as people opened their hearts to others from a place we would call poverty.
Nov 22, 2021 • 54 tweets • 8 min read
I may regret sharing this, but I have a very personal story I would like to tell. I hope it doesn't get too long... Anyway...
I was 20 years old when I was sent to erase a man from existence and became haunted by him.
I was going to college in Texas at the time and a group of us were contacted about a service project. The State needed a handful of young volunteers over the course of a Sunday afternoon and I was one of about ten that agreed to help.
