The Geecologist

The Goldfinch

The Goldfinch

Dec 7, 2019 | Fiction | 0 comments

But depression wasn’t the word. This was a plunge encompassing sorrow and revulsion far beyond the personal: a sick, drenching nausea at all humanity and human endeavor from the dawn of time. The writhing loathsomeness of the biological order. Old age, sickness,...
Tenth of December

Tenth of December

Mar 24, 2018 | Fiction, Short Stories | 0 comments

HomeComing up Gleason, I had that feeling. My hands and feet didn’t know exactly what they wanted, but they were trending toward: push past whatever/whoever blocks you, get inside, start wrecking shit by throwing it around, shout out whatever’s in your mind, see what...