mark a rayner: Camusic of the Spheres 

The dreams had returned, again, and no amount of coffee and cigarettes could keep their influence at bay. The ennui was crushing at times, and even talking with an outrageous French accent would not help. He thought of his days in the theatre. Oh, the crazy antics they’d get up to behind the proscenium. His ...

mark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Tell Me About Your Mother

You awake each morning screaming, your mouth dry and your eyes red from the tears that bath your Pillow of Ennui. You had the dream again. Of falling. Of dogs tearing at your carcass, broken on the dirty pavement of … Continue reading →

mark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: The Stranger (The Outsider)

I read this originally in French class, sometime during my high school career. (Where I was a music nerd, and a hard-core nerd, long before that was remotely cool.) Most of this famous existential work was read aloud in class, … Continue reading →