life
Late-night thoughts…💠Holding on to the roots of a brittle tree that gave way in his hands, breaking off piece by piece. New growth replaced what was lost, but as it grew from his chest, it left in its place a vulnerability to be protected, though often neglected. What'
life
This year, I will turn 50 years old. Half a century of experiences to draw from, and a future, a life that I don’t always feel that I am in control of. I can pick and choose what I want to share about what was good, and things that didn’t go so well over the past year, or I can begin anew.
culture
Thought I’d offer some levity from my usual melancholy hot takes… Thoughts are fleeting, however, and the state of the world has only amplified my anxiety. I did make it a priority to read and write more over the past week. I found a new favorite app to track
Ambition leaking from a broken bottle that I threw away. Disease spilled our dreams upon the floor. Jazz muted in the back of my mind. I can no longer hear your advice, but I can still take it. I’m going to make it, I promise I’ll try. The
Late-night thoughts…💠Holding on to the roots of a brittle tree that gave way in his hands, breaking off piece by piece. New growth replaced what was lost, but as it grew from his chest, it left in its place a vulnerability to be protected, though often neglected. What'
The character is an old man who was never religious. Now death is near and he only has religion. He feels like it’s not enough. He needs something more to face death. He needs something to soothe his spirit and the spirits who will shortly come and take him away.
A Galactic Walk What do you believe happens to our souls when we die? Do you believe in the idea of human life possessing a soul to begin with? My dad was a man of science. Now suffering from Alzheimer’s, he may or may not answer if you were
In his penthouse overlooking the city, Pervis Reid stared into the lights of the symphony hall, at a far away distance. He wondered if Dr. Selig would remember his condition and bring the medicine he had promised. Pervis walked back inside, with his chin held between his fore finger and
Life, Tech, Culture, Politics & Advocacy
Taking the initiative to create a public feed of thoughts, stories, and ideas that I find interesting from around the web, and within my mind using ghost.io as my platform of choice. I’m eagerly anticipating Ghost’s Fediverse integration rollout. From: activitypub.ghost.org In 2024, Ghost is
When I was a hundred, I was fearless.
The character is an old man who was never religious. Now death is near and he only has religion. He feels like it’s not enough. He needs something more to face death. He needs something to soothe his spirit and the spirits who will shortly come and take him away.
The rest will be up to them.
volta I can’t feel it It’s gone Where there was once hope Only darkness While there are moments of joy Mostly sadness Perspective is relative Self awareness brings clarity Live up to your responsibility What example will you set? While you sulk and cry and fret If not
I used to look to my dad for help when I wasn’t sure how to handle something. Growing up, he was the only person that I ever felt comfortable with. I have a sadness that comes over me now. It comes in waves. I know that part of it
A writer(?) Looses his memory of the present and recent past, but remembers details of his life thirty to fifty years past. He writes about these events and captures a whole new audience (that changes his life).
Make the crux of my articles based on critical thinking. Philosophy - The principles of clear and ordered thinking. -C.R.G
Soaring in high above the concrete pathways, watching the devices of smoke and smog poison the skies. Cutting through toxic clouds of sulphur and ozone, always thinking that there will be a break soon in the stratosphere, allowing me to breathe and see again. To let the insects become once
A Galactic Walk What do you believe happens to our souls when we die? Do you believe in the idea of human life possessing a soul to begin with? My dad was a man of science. Now suffering from Alzheimer’s, he may or may not answer if you were
In his penthouse overlooking the city, Pervis Reid stared into the lights of the symphony hall, at a far away distance. He wondered if Dr. Selig would remember his condition and bring the medicine he had promised. Pervis walked back inside, with his chin held between his fore finger and
What madness, that the Force should summon me at a time like this… To command the alleged spirit of my sole domain; body; to drift aimlessly through space. Upon a journey, that is to have no end or beginning. I display my contempt for the Force openly; for life is