“You have to learn how to die, if you wanna be alive” sings Jeff Tweedy of Wilco, backed by jangly guitar music – and every time I hear it, I’m scared a little. Not enough to make me stop or pause but enough to nag at me for a while. I suppose the reason why …
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On A Pause
So, this blog hasn’t had much activity in quite a while, it’s kind of just stayed dormant as my life has gotten sucked up into a million distractions. I’ve been meaning to update it with a post, an essay, a musing – but something else would always come up, and that thought I absolutely had …
The Galley with No Name 