Forests within Forests

I lost myself in a forest of metaphors of my own making, where was I?

Lost in a forest of metaphors of someone else's making.

The Note Book

I once had a girlfriend who loved all the things I wrote about her in my note book: crazy stories about her eyes, her breasts and what not.

Six months into our relationship we were arguing all the time and in the end she left me... for my note book.

First Contact

In the distant future near the Gliese star system an earth ship will encounter a vessel from the alien civilisation known as the Farg.

Following this first contact it will became painfully clear that the two species possess radically divergent systems of logic and mathematics that cause each such epistemological headaches and doubts they eventually bilaterally pretend their meeting never happened.

Market Forces

The Happiness Shop was very large and situated on a busy high street. It had big florescent signs in it's window promising outrageous amounts of happiness and always had sizeable crowds outside.

Hidden down a nearby back street was the much smaller Truth Shop. Looking through it's dusty little window it was hard to make out exactly what was inside or if it was open or closed. The truth shop's only customers were vagabonds, poets or the clinically insane and the young man that worked there was seriously considering another line of work.