I set down for clarity. I let my eyelids fall, and I slide into a reverie. It is a reverie of a life chalked with ambiguity, but some things begin to clear. I use this hazy reverie as a template and begin to plot. I plot away my goals of the lustrum, five years’ time. When said and done, I am left with some things not entirely within the domain of my control, but enough so that I can begin to move through. With my list in hand, I begin down the path towards the hazy dream that awaits the other side.Read More
You were never a “real alcoholic. You never believed. But you followed their advice and kept from the intoxicants. Then with one sip it began…Read More
(Listen: I want to be unstuck like Billy Pilgrim.)
The world consists of a number of stories: stories concerning all walks of life and all abstractions therebeyond; every person lives a life worthy of a biography. That being said, here is a story...