If the world were to come to an end tomorrow, none of this would matter. And it wouldn't even have to be a catastrophe to the extent that the Earth would cease to exist, but something so just catastrophic enough to render every living thing incapable of surviving. Shakespeare. Quantum Theory. Political disagreements. What I plan to eat for ( Read more... )

Summer is my favorite season. If I had to choose one, that's the one it would be. I'm used to places with humidity. The heat in Las Vegas made me feel like I was baking, like my skin was going to crackle, flake and peel. I like the dense air, the air that makes it slightly harder to breath, that sits without moving. It's comfortable and ( Read more... )

(I found this tucked away in my email. I'd always wanted to post it if only to add to the lengthy body of work that has preceded it but just never got around to it. It's the final project from an autobiography class I took my last semester at NYU ( Read more... )

There are plans that never came to fruition. Events that, for reasons unforeseen, teetered out or become derailed completely. That's part of the drama of life. What makes me able to embrace all those difficult moments is the fact that my life so far has been largely devoid of personal trauma. That isn't to say that things have always been easy ( Read more... )

March came in like a lion this year, breathing snow and ice. The landscape changed, if only for a little while, but the world underneath stayed the same, stayed waiting. Today it left like a lamb, silent and calm. The pear blossom tree in front the townhouse is budding white which means that spring is here. And I'm here with it, more different ( Read more... )

I made snowflakes at work today. Cut out of white paper like when I was in elementary school ( Read more... )

I like the word ( Read more... )

Closed doors and open lungs. The light that I see is white in the dark or maybe just too bright to tell. Chirping birds: the half clipped ivory half moons fly off the fingertips and toetips. They feel like new. New places to touch the grit and dirt. New places to dig in where I stand ( Read more... )

5 months. 7 days. 21 hours. 29 minutes ( Read more... )

Small victories are worth celebrating. It doesn't really matter how small as long as you can find something meaningful in it. Finding that meaning isn't alway easy and it could even be converted into an art form if it can be done by treading the careful line between blind foolish optimism and cold detached abstraction--something with a tear and a ( Read more... )