I lie on the pickup truck out in the field, and I gaze at the stars. I hear crickets chirping, and I hear the occasional faint breeze. I’m alone, and I have no idea where I’m going or what I’m doing. I faintly hear, or rather, don’t hear, the not-sound of my father’s not-voice as … Continue reading The Evening I Left
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The Discoveries of Peter Bloom: Introduction
Greetings, internet, welcome to my blog! My name is Peter C. Bloom. By day, I am an odd child. I do not talk much to others, nor do they talk to me. I get good grades, though. In any case, I have had plenty of company in my work. By work, I mean my research … Continue reading The Discoveries of Peter Bloom: Introduction
