The ships that took Odysseus back to Ithaka were never and will never be named: yet their journey would be remembered for eons. This blog is just a snapshot of the thoughts in my head, on my journey to wherever I'm going. Come along for the ride.
There are things you do for yourself. Buying yourself a warm cup of coffee on a cold day, putting the laptop aside and deciding that work can, in fact, wait until tomorrow. There are things you do for others. Holding the door open for a stranger, buying a drink for a friend. And there are …
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It’s good to be alone. Alone is good, alone is clear. I get lost in oceans of others. They jostle me, throw my thoughts into a jigsaw puzzle. The boat rocks, and the others tell me why. They tell me where I should be going, what lies beyond the setting sun of burning red. Reflection …
The righteous man falls upon his own sword, Failing to see the arrows fired from afar, For death means more to him than life Or the lives of those he thinks he saves Gain? Transitory, simple whim fulfilled And the self flies high through the Luft Soaring over pain caused and pain felt And pain …
There are times when the immense expanse of the universe hits me. It tends to be when I try to imagine my own future, the person I want to become and the things I want to do. But then, all at once, everything becomes small, infinitesimal. I’m born, I fill my life with things, and …
The chasm is gentle. It hangs on car windows in the dead of night, opens itself up to the sighs that arise from moments of clarity. Clarity is rare. A valuable commodity when minds are numbed by a voluntary desire for involuntary reaction. It’s easier to be governed. Governed by anarchy? The yoke is a …
It’s been a while since this blog has seen any activity. Around four semi-finished drafts have been gathering dust for the better part of six months, and I didn’t think much of that fact. Creative waves come and go, I told myself. And through my first semester of pseudo-college, I dedicated all of my focus …
Write out my sorrow.The words look much smallerthan I want them to be. Pray for tomorrow?When today is all thatI’ll ever see? Write what is certain,when wise words from wise mouthsdon’t sound right to me. Plead with the curtain,take not from my lifewhat will set me free. View the catastrophe,as I let my own egolead …
A pool of water, still as glass, reflects glances from a car window, shimmers in rear-view mirrors and wistful stares at receding hedgerows. Absorbs the sunrise, debates the sunset, is suspended above a bed of warm blankets, is laid gently over a pie crust or the barking frolic of a god. The spell is broken, …
I’m my own worst enemy. What’s new? You’re not helping. I’m not supposed to.I’m you, remember? Yeah yeah, but I’m starting to get fed up. Somehow I manage to put up wallsbetween where I am and where I’m goingwhile I’m walking forward. What’s wrong with an obstacle courseevery now and then? Do I really need …
It’s nice here. It is? Yeah, it’s really nice here, this fuzzy world. Things arehappy blurs, I eat, I sleepand I wake up in fog. You hated the fog, don’t you hate the fog? Fog is a blanket,cold and warm. Why would I hate comfort? What is comfort but temporary deliberate delusion? Look, I don’t …
The Galley with No Name