Day One Hundred & Twenty Eight, May 7th, 2024

Hi-ho and hello.

Life, individuation, sorry I’m so late to the post drop. F****** life, just manages to shift focus, has the kind scrambled and me really trying to make sure I end with an A for this final with the course… Now here’s the thing.

It’s three pieces, a short story, an analysis of short story and character development and discussion, the second, addressing the Gettysburg address, four lines, analyze, describe and share with an annotated location of language, stanzas and what have you, the third an expose on why short stories are the objective, why they h mean so much and in doing detail the meaning of Edgar Allen Poes thoughts on the discussion of the short story.

Easily done, truly, not all that daunting and it’s exciting…

But, did I ever mention throughout my daily spills that Ocrevus can bring depression? It’s a warning, I know it, and I’m finally addressing that it’s got me at the moment, weeks actually, coming to terms with that and acknowledging it is making it easier but to keep my head up, to stay positive is asking a lot and as I’ve said time and again, I’m f****** tired.


How it Feels

By M. R. Vega


The morning comes with a whipping latch for the bones within. A heated flurry, a whisper of worry, but the rhythm of our flows discombobulate the mind.

Don’t worry, this too shall pass. Let these lies be grasped tightly, shoved and inhaled down, down to rectify the pain, to revive a fire long expelled, long dried, ashen, and…Gone.

Contrary to the burning letters inside this obstacle course of what I call my temple, contrary to the belief all is fine, the pages tatter, they flutter to fly, to fail, to die.

Come with me, take a minute within to find a resolute shame, to find the broken and take to it some tape, trap in what’s left, to it be kept for this, to be shared before it’s long gone. To be burned to an ashen whisper of a previously rebuked hope, let it become ash, it’s where we came, where we belong.


Life…sometimes it’s a convoluted mess that takes days to untangle.

However I am excited to share some art and upcoming projects I hope are appreciated here.

We’ll see likely over the weekend and I’ll get back to pillar one tomorrow. Sorry for this being so damn late.

C’est La Vie

Goodnight and good morning, good morning and goodnight. May the day be bliss, may the night bring joyous splendor of dream fueled delight.

Nosce Te Ipsum