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Three Score and Ten
Time, Consumerism, and the Illusion of Joy
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Playing hide and seek with tomorrow’s tragedy
Thought I’d offer some levity from my usual melancholy hot takes… Thoughts are fleeting, however, and the state of the world has only amplified my anxiety. I did make it a priority to read and write more over the past week. I found a new favorite app to track
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Guidance - 03.03.2023
I used to look to my dad for help when I wasn’t sure how to handle something. Growing up, he was the only person that I ever felt comfortable with. I have a sadness that comes over me now. It comes in waves. I know that part of it
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11/29/2009
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11/28/2008
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Merrily Along We Go
Walking shiftlessly and aimlessly through the dark and rat infested alleys with my head high in the clouds, thinking that everyone should feel the same as me. Not seeing the black faces watching me, trying to forget where I had been and at the same time remembering that what I
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The Trouble With Transoms
Alicia walked to the back of the room, rose about four feet from the floor, and made herself comfortable. No one else around seemed to mind or notice that the girl was not standing on the floor or sitting in a very high chair. Popular contention was that Alicia was
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What happens to our souls when we die?
What do you believe happens to our souls when we die? Do you believe in the idea of human life possessing a soul to begin with? My dad was a man of science. Now suffering from Alzheimer’s, he may or may not answer if you were to ask him
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Blaspheme
What madness that the Force should summon me at a time like this… To command the alleged spirit of my sole domain, body, to drift aimlessly through space. Upon a journey, that is to have no end or beginning. I display my contempt for the Force openly, for life is
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Brandy Alexander
One drink for spite, another for escape — neither enough to numb the truth.
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When I was a hundred
When I was a hundred, old memories I couldn’t share comforted me. Time stood still like an old, well-read book lying open to a favorite passage. But people were shadows who passed in front of me, changing into a formless ether. When I was a hundred, I was fearless.