I dreamt last night that I wasn’t lost. That for once in my existence Everything had gone according to plan. And the plan – oh it was magnificent; Detailed, sharp, precise, intentional. It had led me to my destination. I had arrived. And now I would no longer need to search, To seek some … More I dreamt last night that I wasn’t lost
I went to a Matt Good concert recently and there’s this song by him called “suburbia” that I’ve been thinking about. It seems like everyone is set on taking the typical path in North American society. This path often involves the goals of buying a house, a car, maybe several, living in the suburbs, starting … More Suburbia
It was a cold evening in February when Anastasia received a phone call from her friend’s parents telling her that her friend had crashed his vehicle on the highway and died a few days prior. She sat in her living room in silence, and let the waves of pain and disbelief penetrate her soul over … More The man who never had a bad day
Lately I’ve been fixated on this black hole analogy. Perhaps that existential emptiness that some feel; that sense of vagueness and questionable purpose, perhaps we can think of it as a black hole that’s pulling us into it- as a thing that we try to fill with objects and people that will make us forget … More Black hole
Mixing Media Sources: Thoreau, Henry David. Walden, or Life in the Woods. London: J.M. Dent, 1908. Print.