the faint hum

The sound of the machines that never goes away, the last thing I hear at night and the gentle breath that greets me when I wake up before anyone else. Like the sigh of the wind through ancient tree-bound mountains, with flashing leds and un-set clocks.

Brendan Peveril, freelance writer of fiction, non-fiction and comics.
Sometimes I feel like Tycho and I are the same person. I almost told him that once, but it sounded creepy as hell in my head, so I left without my complimentary book signing. I may not have gotten my book signed, but I did get a mental scar that’s apparently lingered for a lot longer than I would have expected. Just go read Neuromancer already.

Sometimes I feel like Tycho and I are the same person. I almost told him that once, but it sounded creepy as hell in my head, so I left without my complimentary book signing. I may not have gotten my book signed, but I did get a mental scar that’s apparently lingered for a lot longer than I would have expected.

Just go read Neuromancer already.