Ronaldo Field Note 127
Ronaldo was uncertain if he ever assembled himself only to immediately reassemble all the bits and bobbles a moment later.…
Ronaldo Field Note 425
A solitary fiddlehead shot through the vast expanse of abject nothingness until the nothingness was no more. Something has arrived.…
The City That Must Not Sleep–Or Else.
Interpretation of Screams
Ronaldo Field Note 76
The dream spit a black hole into the ether. Ronaldo grew around the dying star, struggling to contain it without…
NOTICE: Noticing Barred Ahead
In a year where the majority of us are nestling our germ holes away from view, the time is almost…
Ronaldo Field Note 326
Ronaldo began as he always did. As a hand. One would look upon him and assume he pulled himself together…
It’s an Awkward Time to Level Up
I’ve crafted (then rejected) numerous blog posts, unsure why I couldn’t commit to any of my words. Social isolation and…
You Can’t Say That
Let’s pour one out all the phrases I’ve had to cull from my vernacular, shall we?