Letters From A Broken Mill

The Bridge

The bridge is like a Wicked Lady that I loved.

Sightseeing along the Dystopian Infrastructure

I look out of my window, into their windows
They have warm little cozy rooms…

Distributed Processing (Poem)

Recently, I have discovered, 
that my brain thinks in terms of map-reduce
The directed acyclic graphs,
are…

Something about this summer

There’s something about the summer,
that makes everything inside of me very alive

At 26

At 26, my life hangs on a gossamer
Spun by my desires
This is as safe as it gets

Feelings, Thoughts, and a Waking Blackout

Perfect time to relax while the doctors work around the clock.

To sit and look at me

What is this feeling?

HER

To see her through my eyes, 
I’d have to visit the places that I have never been to

A letter to my growing absurd smile

What appeared to be the absurdity of society to me, may soon become a reality the moment my…