I stand here on this cold winter morning. Where I stood 8 years ago, graveside. And tears flow inside me. They don't reach my face. The things that protect me make me numb. And still I find in me the ...

A story about a race that wanted to defy a divine power and payed the price for it.

A story about what, to me, really matters and how you can draw strength from what human beings before you were able to do

After coming out of a very dark time, the wanderer searched for meaning in his life. He tried a lot of things, longed to re-discover the joy he once felt doing certain things.

Poem about a man lost in the mist