http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Arcadio/A Blog. hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Arcadio/469968Not Fiction. We often compare our lives to a long, drawn out battle. We say we are in the trenches, beaten, battered, betrayed, fighting an endless horde of enemies without while simultaneously quarantining the enemy within. I think we compare our lives and our pain to war, because despite our...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Arcadio/468562Those low-scale motels. I love them. When they have an opened window and clanky ceiling fan to drown the heat. A sewer system that breathes. My designer suit on a steel beam. And a cross – on a dark woman loosely draped. It makes a terrific centerpiece, hung in space.http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Arcadio/467464“Escape! Escape! Run and hide! Escape! Hide!” These words sent to me, echoed with a calm hate. I shivered, and shook, and pried my eyes open to see him standing there at the base of my sleep. He was a huge presence of mass and height, though he was featureless save two glowing eyes of mist,...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Arcadio/467358Part 2 Slowly I drifted into an unpleasant slumber, noting a sense of anxiousness in the place my soul should be. And I began to dream. *** I walked along a river bank, leaving no imprints in the sand with my tennis shoes. The water calmly grazed the smooth, small rocks of the riverbed as it...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Arcadio/467272Part 1 As I try to rest, looking for some sort of peace in the night, he called to me: "Cease fleeing, roach! Confront me, once more; as if you deserve life, as if you are worth wasting oxygen on, grotesque insect staining life. What have you ever done, besides fail? Besides kneeling idly in an...