TheCloneEmperor

Think of your art as sex. You may be a novice or a Master. Sometymes alone, or in a collaboration of two or more. A quick sketch or a work of precision craftsmanship. You may or may not receive financial incentive to do it. But by goodness, you are going to do it do each and every opportunity you are afforded.

You might think me mad when I tell you that I have a pocket watch that can stop Tyme. I only met the man who gave it to me once. He approached me as I was playing in my secret place in the woods. I remember he was tall, with tall boots and long hair–like a girl. He told me it was a very special watch. When I depress the winding mechanism Tyme stops. Everywhere. Folk stand motionless, or hover if they were mid fall or jump. Electrons hold still and certain particles forget to be Strange. Planets pause, arms of the Galaxies hold their position, and the static noise of a certain Bang is silenced. Tyme resumes on its own. The affect of t

I was twenty that very day. I woke and I would have screamed. I sat up, heart racing, wondering what this man sitting at the foot of the bed was doing in my room. I shared the condo with three other students but no one would dare allow a guest to just wander like this. His demeanor however, put my mind at ease. Until he turned. I was ten. I was excited about my birthday party that day. ¿Who was this strange man in my room? ¿An uncle? He wanted to tell me that it would all be OK. That it would be difficult, but to just be myself. The room became very, very bright and he was gone. That day when I was twenty, when I looked into those e