Dear ex-Social Networks, I know I’ve been sending you mixed signals, but this has to stop. We had some good times, but it’s over. It’s not your fault; we’re just too different. I never got comfortable with you, and you clearly lost interest in me over time. You seemed more...
Day 15 A meta-life, a life about life; Reassuring, were it to be used as some kind of lesson. Nevertheless, a life that requires reassurances, that experiences only in terms of lessons. Only drawn to the whos, whys, and hows – To know things unknowable. Neverminding the wheres and whats,...
Day 14: Silence not included Snoozed alarms, humming fan, an unvoiced tune on repeat. Groaning pipes and shower head, a torrent ricochets off of skin and ceramic. “Good mornings” and “how did you sleeps,” Planning out the day, “goodbye girl-cats.” Music through the speakers, Music through the earbuds (In perpetual...
Day 2 Strange that a lifetime spent imagining magics would draw a veil over wonders right here. A little too on the nose, I know. The content came while watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on Friday night. I had this flashback to all of the hours spent...
Well, it’s only appropriate that, since my last post was about NaNoWriMo, this one will be about NaPoWriMo. Is ‘appropriate’ the right word? I’m not planning on any running theme or anything special (that would be a shouted invitation to the twin demons of Perfectionism and False Accomplishment, parents to...
I have a cup that fills and fills whenever I ignore it. Every now and then the “drip drip” on the damp earth stirs my memory. I run, kneel, crane my neck, cup my hands together, catch droplets on my cracked skin – only a few before the stream stops...
I’ve had several thoughts on politics in rotisserie for the past few years and months, and the Professor’s post inspired me to finally get some of then down on paper. This is one: America is all about the fusing of things that are seemingly anathema. Different races, religions, and cultures...
They believed in nothing; there was no right and wrong. They enjoyed nothing but the absence of pain. There was no love for the Empty Ones. No obsession. In the beginning, God had many children. And they had His spark in them. They were full of joy, creative, alive. And...
Writing truly is magical! Once you put pen to paper, thoughts that once seemed insightful and necessary immediately are transfigured obvious and insipid. Maybe it all has to do with the format. The fact that these thoughts are lurking in the dark alleys of your head is what gives them...
Those who adhere to universals – who insist that axiomatic living is ideal – want us to become machines. We would operate to specification, staying within our parameters, never deviating from the algorithm. But our humanity is found in trying to reconcile the dark and the light, in seeing the...