I feel like I'm in one of those movies about the heroic life of some individual or other. This is the kind of movie they try to create a sort of framework around the actual important events: the first part of the film involves some happy-go-lucky no-name who for some reason or other has to spend time with this old man who is really quite boring ( Read more... )

Somehow I am washed ashore.
The sun is beating, and a vision comes to me:
I am told to tell all.
So I tell.

The expected wave knocks me off my feet,
Interrupting whatever endeavors, journeys, or dreams I have attempted.
There is no conviction too strong,
No illusion too powerful
To stop the tsunami from taking me-I find myself soaking wet on the ( Read more... )

When a person claims to be “lost” in a semi-permanent fashion, listeners often register “lost” to mean something like “having no direction in life” and may either empathize in some impossibly general sense or write off the feeling as a fictitious state that the person only believes himself to be in because of overly romantic (and naïve) notions of ( Read more... )

The debt I owe my pyschiatrist is beyond description. I remember sitting in his office a hundred times during those grim months and each time thinking, What on earth can he say that will make me feel better or keep me alive? Well, there never was anything he could say, that's the funny thing. It was all the stupid, desperately optimistic, ( Read more... )

I decide that I should go eat lunch, and I walk outside. On second thought I go back inside, planning to ask Audra if she wants to eat with me. However, when I go to check my buddy list, I find that she is newly away. Her message reads “boat-building and picnicking” and I know that she won’t eat with me. She is gone to do something fun and ( Read more... )

This coffee is horrible. I guess I don’t notice when I’m up in the wee hours of the morning, but I’ve slept in today, and now its getting hard to drink it. I take one more sip anyway, because I’ve still got a lot of work to do today. Finals are coming and I’m not quite prepared yet, so there might be a lot more of these late night torture ( Read more... )

I’m unhappy now, and I have been so for the past few days. I feel like I’ve been unhappy many times so far in this semester and I think that I can describe how that is. I know that I am less interesting when I am unhappy, as my comments are invariably colored by severe self-pity and fatalism. Indeed, I’m pretty sure most of the good things about ( Read more... )

Andrew scribbled furiously on the problem. He had just gotten over the last obstacle, and in hindsight that part of the puzzle was obvious. How much time had he wasted, staring off into space and stubbornly ignoring the number sitting right in front of his face? He had no idea, exactly, but he felt like it was too much, way too much time. He ( Read more... )

A Simple Question
A Short Story
Daniel’s feet were aching to move by the time Sarah found him. Throughout their brief acquaintance, Daniel had been the one to initiate most of their encounters. He fancied her, and recently he had begun pushing to bring their friendship to a different level, with his actions culminating in a written invitation to ( Read more... )

(written Saturday, October 02 ( Read more... )