A countenance of alertness and tension and a vague sense of sorrowed hope accompanied my wait, walking around slowly, feeling the textures of things for their concrete value; the scratch of a tightly woven antiquated chair before I slowly sat down on its arm and folded my hands in my lap. I was there by myself, with no one to attest for anything’s ( Read more... )

Dinners and conversations seemed to take place within the unchanging but brief lapse that occurs in the fast forwarding of a video. People in the background walked by much quicker, and the lights from cars were like currents of red and yellow, and even if the sound was audible, and appropriately sped to match the vague, mundane movements, it would ( Read more... )

Orwell says somewhere that no one ever writes the real story of their life ( Read more... )

Aristotle once philosophized of a “mimesis” in regards to art in which aspects of the tangible world would be represented in an imitated form, present in all aspects of the craft. It can thus be said that art “imitates” life. Art and philosophy, however often related, share two very different essences about them. Philosophy, in function, tends to ( Read more... )

The sun rose this morning in the glorious glow of republican severity.

I am often a raincloud, an intangible illusory form of matter, a conscious self hovering at a point in space above that place I lived when I was young. And I build there like great dark towers of rain until it comes crashing down in a drenching onslaught of dead thought ( Read more... )

He always wanted to say things. But no one understood. He always wanted to explain things. But no one cared. So he drew ( Read more... )

Los Angeles is a city that confronts you with yourself in a very different way, for one who decides to take up residence there (or is by chance thrown into the pretentious chaos by being accepted to a college there.) While it remains an extremely opportunistic and eclectic environment, there are many different factors that pull you in many ( Read more... )

I was thinking that maybe I'm actually more of a New York person. But then I scoffed at the very likely possibility that I just might not be happy anywhere. Besides, New York is so far out of my comfort zone. And as I learned this weekend, it is not a good idea for me to travel to places where I am unsure about my relationship with the member on ( Read more... )

There are years that ask questions and years that answer. Although I am unaware of ever having experienced the latter, I hope that one day, when I am old and gray, and my slowly dwindling wonder for life has slipped completely, I will be able to look back and find some contentment in coming to an answer that satisfies me. What I have learned is ( Read more... )