Jack Fisher

Black & white soldiers attack and defend and scout in platoons and teams and solo and heroic maneuvers with each dice roll. Snake eyes. Twins.  Triple threat. Coming of the Beast. The more I play, the more obsessed I get...

Earth melded onto rocks, rocks perched atop pillars carved from fire, fire molded valleys into undulating folds, like, dare I say it, labia tissue of Mother Earth. It's an eerie landscape, something out of a B-movie.

Bravo. Fantastic.

Most people nowadays I would think believes in some sort of soul – downgrading the physical identity to something temporary while graduating a non-physical concept to something almost magical. Why?

Here, I'll digress. So the sea, like the mango tree, may be (I can't definitively say, as this is only my own interpretation of a boy's psychological state, one who would grow up and.. ) an oasis, a fortress of solitude for the to-be superman, a hideout cum monastery, the grove of a bodhi tree.

Couple of grenades tossed into a Turkish cafe in Izmir – about two weeks from where I was on this jaunt. Ah. Where next? Fun times.