Loss has a way of taking pieces Of you with it when it goes Leaving holes you try awfully Hard to fill. Entropy flows one way Not the other. No matter how much We wish it did.
Stagnation is nightmare fuel. Anything that settles into idleness breeds poisonous offspring. Still water makes parasites like mosquitoes that spread disease, algae that chokes the life below that stagnant surface. Losing momentum is threatening in that it can bring about imprisonment wherever the feet land last. To become stuck means to become a breeding ground […]
Sunlight acts as a natural source of fuel for the rested diurnal beasts. As it climbs back into a sky once void of its presence, warm orange hues invigorate the sleepy. Songs of birds add to the furor- force the lying to rise. The first moments of transition between unconscious to lucid is like surfacing […]
Time exists outside of our control. Its influence on us is linear, unidirectional. We are helpless to do much beyond follow it into the future. This unforgiving march means that every experience we share will one day be lost in the journey time forces upon us. To bear with such things, the self-aware must become […]
I once loved this holiday. I still do, in fact. The reason for the warm feelings comes from the temporal significance the holiday season carries. Every year, like clockwork, old decorations are restored to their places, familiar treats warm our bellies, and music older than most of us fills our ears. Christmas lives off of […]
If you want to make a good impression, allow me to share with you tried and true secrets of my own. Use these and you will blend effortlessly with the locals.
You look at yourself in the mirror and notice the imperfections that stare back. Some days they seem more minute. Other days show them as loud leads in a play, hollering for everyone’s attention.
The best way to usher in the final moments of a turbulent decade is a head start on the transitional process, right?
A day does not oft go by without an encounter between commuters and the lifeless form strewn upon the pavement just before Les Halles. Though all signs point to a life passed on into the next, the tight grip of a coffee-chain cup prevents such final assertions. He lays there, quiet. Bodies pass without acknowledging […]
Why do I keep having dreams that feel all too familiar? As if I have experienced them before? I swear I find myself amongst my conscience’s projections and telling it that I’ve been here, done this. Three nights in a row?! Perhaps the reason for this sensation exists; one I am not yet willing to […]