An update on our lives (and why it’s been so long since I last posted).
Category: Essays
Other Side
Can we find rest
for our wandering hearts,
to be satisfied
in playing our parts?
Grain of Sand
Eventually the bridge will collapse and the car will break down. The child will grow and live and then die. The seas will wash away the land and the fish will bloat and float to the surface and the sun will burn their scales. Their bones will sink to the sand below and some day the water will brea
My Brain
My brain decided to distract me today. It told me a list of all the things I needed to do, so I wrote them down. Then it told me I didn’t ha
This is not a Rant
A perspective on the end-game with Covid-19 from a less politicized viewpoint, without appealing too much to empathy.
Hobbies at Home
Introverts, in a time of social distancing, it is people like us, in our little spheres of quiet, who must share our hobbies with the rest o
What is the Machine?
What is the machine? Is it simply cogs and electrical inner workings, growing in complexity and distrust? Is it infinite tiny loops? Is it k
The Shapes of our Language
We can maintain a firm grip on all those things that shaped us. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing–all the time. But it can be. We also have
Rain
I feel the loss of moving, of course. The loss of friends, and weeknight activities and meetups. I feel the loss of being gone while my neph
Existential Crisis
I realized today that I could die today. Or tomorrow. Or whenever. I don’t really know when. AND SO COULD YOU, THE PEOPLE I LIKE. And if I did die, my last few tweets, or facebook posts, or stories, would be the memories people had of me.