Do you need time? Do I need time? I think I’ve had too much of it, and never enough. Time has been both a healer and a thief—steady in its rhythm, merciless in its pace. It’s given me the space to grow, to mend, to write, but it’s also taken…
2 CommentsThe proposed holiday, Discovery Day, celebrates humanity’s realization of shared consciousness, fostering unity and connection amidst the loss of individual solitude.
Leave a CommentIn a world where bodies can be traded, one man’s first transfer forces him to question what it means to be human—and what he’s willing to lose.
Leave a CommentWhat does it mean to be a kid at heart? People often say, “you’re such a kid at heart,” as if it’s something lighthearted or naïve. But I’ve come to believe it’s something much rarer, and much harder to hold onto. For me, being a kid at heart has nothing…
Leave a CommentForgive me for retreating to a more academic mood. On Friday, I was watching the Ed Gein story, and as I did, these thoughts formed. Alfred Hitchcock didn’t invent horror; he revealed it. Beneath the shadows, the blood, and the sudden screams, he exposed something far older—the mimetic violence that…
Leave a CommentIt’s been a stretch of long days and quieter nights here along the coast. The fishing has slowed a bit with the change in weather, but the rhythm of the work remains steady—checking parlors, mending pots, watching the sea shift moods faster than a man can name them. There’s peace…
Leave a CommentI reflect on transforming their perception of silence from loneliness to a necessary space for understanding oneself, finding peace through stillness.
Leave a CommentAfter reconnecting with an old crush, intense feelings of love and vulnerability emerge. Their bond deepens, leading to emotional and physical intimacy amidst complicated circumstances.
Leave a CommentWhat principles define how you live? If I had to name the principles by which I live, they wouldn’t be chiseled into marble or gilded in certainty—they’d be written in sand, rewritten by every tide that’s touched my life. I’ve come to believe, as Seamus Heaney once wrote, that “hope…
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