mark a rayner: Camusic of the Spheres 

The dreams had returned, again, and no amount of coffee and cigarettes could keep their influence at bay. The ennui was crushing at times, and even talking with an outrageous French accent would not help. He thought of his days in the theatre. Oh, the crazy antics they’d get up to behind the proscenium. His ...

mark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: La dolce vita

It wasn’t always so easy. There used to be an anger in him. An emptiness that nothing could fill … nothing material anyway. He fell through time and space, and into a kind of dream. And it seemed as though … Continue reading →