August 1st 2019 

Compose Control Commit...

I looked between my feet, the green cam was nothing more than an illusion of safety. It was all that connected me safely to the rock. Its mechanical lobes had been cautiously placed behind a frozen block of stone.

September 9st 2019 


The deep rhythmic pounding of boots hitting the pavement of the English country lanes broke the morning silence. The cool, damp air hung low between the high hedge rows on either side of the road. The warm breath of the men in front of me broke that damp air, as did the steam from their now-sweating bodies.