Magnum Opus
Every day we inch closer towards the supermassive black hole that gives us stability. (control) and will one day invariably consume us. and they will grab you; as we dance holding you tightly — with their aged hands (wine) made up of...
A New Quest
Soria Moria Source It’s a balmy Saturday afternoon, the hottest it’s been in Calgary so far this year. My 20th birthday is only eleven days away. I don’t know if this is a milestone or not — but I do know that...
A Thousand Giraffes
Let’s get down to the basics — the fireflies have broken the horizon line. the flying fish have froze midair. the Gods have cried out to the ears, amputated by the seas, asphyxiated on the golden wine. Our thick veined...
Dawn of Ursa Minor
The detritus of the forest had already begun to cool down in Nelson. Autumn had bled throughout the coast, leaving a film of frost on the leaves of fallen trees. Branches the shade of crude oil littered the trails; more...
About Me
Hi, I'm Brennan Kenneth Brown. This site is an archive of my writing spanning the years 2015 to 2024. I wrote on a wide range of topics, such as self-development, community, and my experiences with programming. For my current writing, visit brennan.day.
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