From the long-awaited trip to New York.  This is my Dean Moriarty (in position, not inof himself).


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Nights like this -- cold sad quiet -- make me wonder why I'm not sleeping. Or maybe at the root of the question, the more important question, why -- as long as I'm awake -- I'm not doing something of more worth. Something of more importance, mind-intrigue, truth. Instead I revere my hands and fingers and the rings upon them (O journal, you know ( Read more... )

Things are falling apart, I'm making Christmas cards, I'm watching bad movies.

Ah...so...how do I go about attempting to recapture the past two months since it's been that I've written in this. Restless? It has been the slow change into autumn, from autumn into winter. This time of year, this change, always brings innate sadness along with it for me -- which is never easy to cope with, but this year has been easier to ( Read more... )

I just thought I'd post something on here for the sake of posting something...I may write write something at some point in the near future, but as for now...I just felt like making something change on here...so yes.  Here's my brother...


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I'm in New York City.

Also from the day of freckles and curls.  Sam had laid down on the waterside and I had built my very own tower of rocks on her stomach.  Regretfully, I didn't have my camera with me at the time.  It was up in the cabin, and so I said "don't move" and ran to get it.  It ended up taking me about 5 minutes to find my camera and put a new roll of film ( Read more... )

Today was a very sad day.  I was asleep in my bed at 8 in the morning when my mom came into my room to tell me that my grandma had hired some people to come to the house and trim the trees along the side of our house (my grandma complained that they were going to hurt the roof if they stayed as they were).  My grandmother always thinks of these ( Read more... )

Summer isn't all it's cracked up to be.  Or at least, not for me.  Or at least, not this summer.  Or maybe it's just me right now looking back on the summer and not seeing anything.  I don't know...I'll start with summary.

The past week has been spent in South Carolina, on an island in the ocean.  Ate at Gullah Grub one night and asked the towering ( Read more... )

Just seeing if I can get a picture into here and make it work right.  This is Sam, at the lake the one day I spoke of with her freckling face and curling hair.


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