Thank you very much for the detailed critique. The size did scare me at first. I edited the profile and added some material here and there that hopefully answers some of the questions.

I decided to keep both units for the appearance. I also changed the part with the colors; coincidentally, it was ...

David replied with a low hum, a smile on his chapped lips. He wondered if religion could’ve helped him during the troubling times that he had, he wondered if there was a God kind enough to reach its hand out to a lost youth, and he wondered if, perhaps, everything would’ve been better had his ...

David blinked. Well, of course the conversation would be lead that way, he thought, but he still hesitated, as he didn't know the answer himself. A prolonged hum. "No, not necessarily," David began with a look as vacant as it was thoughtful, "I don't think I ever was too religious." His stroll ...

David was half-surprised at how she accepted his offer, but nonetheless glad that she was genial enough to do so. "We shall!" The exclamation rose from his throat, a beaming, yet subdued smile widening on his lips. No directions were needed, no pushes or nudges required. David simply stepped ...

David's smile seemed to widen at the offer of a handshake. He took Abigail's hand and shook it quite firmly. "I'm David. Very nice to meet you, Abigail," he said, introducing himself and repeating her name, as if he was trying to understand how the sound felt.

The conversation could easily come to ...

From his mind came words, and from his words sentences, and the sentences fell onto the paper of the notebook through his pen. This was an endeavor as taxing as it was satisfying for David. He let out low, prolonged hums in moments of thought, nodded to himself when he came to conclusions. What sort ...

David doesn’t remember a day where he didn’t feel like spending a major part of his day languidly and wistfully walking around the city with nothing but a winding string of thoughts in his head. And once again, he found himself being very faithful to his wants.

[David Whitehead continued from The ...

Perhaps today he wasn’t in the right state of mind. These books were interesting, yet none managed to hook him just right. David knew this feeling well, of being burned out, of being confronted by this mountain, unable to push it anywhere. But to be dismayed now wouldn’t help. He rubbed his neck and ...

David would give his limbs to see this bloom in real-time, but idly standing by and staring intently would probably end up landing him a restraining order, so he decided that old philosophers would become his companion for now.

He moved on fairly quickly, a low hum leaving his lips as he found ...

David did have strong subvocalization, but Wittgenstein never wrote any swear words in English; so once he heard the cussing, he had to tear his gaze away and look around, because it surely wasn't in his mind. His eyes, too used to trite sentences and the written word, had to now confront the people ...

Maybe starting with the "Philosophy" section was a bad play. David hummed to himself in thought as he browsed and browsed, his eyes catching the spines of the books. Many names were recognized and even more weren't. There was something both beautiful and disconcerting about the fact of his lack of ...

She appeared in his dream again.

He found it quite strange how a person that he had never met or heard in his life can manifest herself so often in the depths of his subconscious. Perhaps the shackles of the material never really reached him there. Afloat in the open ocean, and forever frightened ...

At times, a man needs not much else but the Dewey Decimal System.

[David Whitehead walks in, continuing from Shakes n' Bakes. ]

Libraries always felt like some kind of haven to David, for no reason in particular. Corridors of books and a quiet atmosphere seemed to hold much certainty for the ...

one day i will be in an open thread... I will... I promise.........


Trent - probably would end up contained to lunch yeah, Trent just sort of goes where things go, he is a balloon adrift, etc, unless David was really insistent. he will take food but probably will not finish it and will feel a ...

What was it about summer that made it so appealing? Was it the abundance of greenery, the longer nights, the warm air? Do we even need to know?

Tantalizing smells, coming from nowhere. Bugs fly around, and one of them landed on David. He didn't notice. David was taking a quick break on the bench ...