“Do you believe in Cartesian duality?” “Cartesian what?” “That consciousness is not caused by physical processes but by something else — some sort of soul if you will.” “I guess not.” “Well, then I guess I shouldn’t-“ “You promised!” “Ok, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. There’s a famous thought...

Everything started out normal. It was just a simple nightmare, right? But the more I thought about it, the more unlikely that sounded. No nightmare could be that detailed, that gruesome. At first I thought I was alone in that dream, but I couldn't have...

At my young tender age, painting was the only psychoanalysis I ever needed to retreat to, or how common people call it therapy. Every hour in the morning until the sun rises, my brush strokes back and forth. It tells a part of a story...

(Based on a real life premonition.) On the eve of his parents death Alex sat down at the dining table and poured himself a glass of crystalline red wine. He swirled it around in his mouth before swallowing and grimaced at sour grape-like taste that died...

The sound of footsteps was audible in the merchant's square. People walked around buying food, supplies, and the occasional odd item. I was setting up my wares for the day-medicines for the sick and potions to cure pain. I loved helping the people of Florence....

Poem of fractured mind Doctors and nurses digging through my head Stitching through psyche like needle through thread Picking through all of the places in mind Searching for something that they’ll never find Looking for feelings and workings and cures They think they can help me… But they can’t, I am sure. They...

“Take a seat John. Why don’t you tell us what happened from the beginning?” The detective motioned you towards the chair with a hand gesture accompanied by his harrowing eyes. “I-I-I I don’t remember…” “Well how about you have a sip of water, take a deep breath...