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Some new reflections
Do you ever feel like the life you're living isn't your own ( Read more... ) -
Alive, indeed
I don't write anymore because I'm happy. Just thought I should say that. -
And all in the name of journalism!
By the end of this week, I will (probably) have met with a (soon to be former) writer at the Chicago Sun-Times and perhaps his Chicago Onion editor son. And I might spend tomorrow hanging out with a homeless person, or at least shadowing a barista. And I'm definitely spending part of tomorrow visiting a ton of bathrooms on south campus ( Read more... ) -
Good riddance 2007, welcome 2008!
So, just like everyone else, I can't hit the end of a year without feeling an overwhelming need to sum up what I've gone through and speculate on what's to come. Here we go, then ( Read more... ) -
The last of these "Who am I?" posts for a while, I think
I'm finally starting to realize that the reason I don't write as much anymore isn't because I have less to say, but that I can't say it anymore. Which, I suppose, amounts to more or less the same thing in the long run ( Read more... ) -
A little more self-reflection
My sadness is not a sadness of fact, but a sadness of possibility. It is not really circumstance that weighs on my soul, but instead the heavy burden of limited possibility. I am plagued, constantly, by this overwhelming sense that the world is my oyster, and a strangling fear that I am throwing it all, all away ( Read more... ) -
Making up for all that silence
I fear I am a victim of human nature's saddest follies. Everything that I don't have is always better than that which I do; the past was always a little bit sweeter than the present; nothing ever really hurt as much as it hurts now; those things I know are doomed to fail could work out, maybe, right? I always, always imagine that in a different ( Read more... ) -
I'm here, somewhere
Once again, I have nothing to really say. But I'm still alive and kicking, still trying, and that's enough for now.