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The public record of The Clareifi Codex: essays, notes, projects, and entries organized for long-term access.
The Clareifi Dev Stack
The line between technical expertise and creative vision is vanishing — and I'm building at that intersection. The Clareifi Dev Stack is my
The Highway, 1978
One of My Earliest Memories
We Had It Coming and other fictions
We had a good Christmas over here. My wife got me a copy of We Had It Coming and other fictions by Luke O’
contempt
I display my contempt for the Force openly; for life is strife and to survive it too long is the true "hell."
Shoulder To Shoulder
Ambition leaking from a broken bottle. I threw that away. Disease spilled our dreams upon the floor. Jazz muted in the back of my
no, everything is not okay
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
The ride home always seems faster than the ride there
I’ve been pretty quiet for a bit, and to be real, I’m not totally sure why. I think I just got tired
Three Score and Ten
Time, Consumerism, and the Illusion of Joy
He Ain’t Got A Prayer
He needs something more to face death
Merrily Along We Go
Walking shiftlessly and aimlessly through the dark and rat infested alleys with my head high in the clouds, thinking that everyone should feel the
Look Into A Dream
Have you ever looked into a dream Used your eyes to try to see inside your mind I drift to sleep wondering what I
4855 & Other Jive
Came to in a do crossed and recrossed primary paths John Farren was the block, but DuSable wasn’t my destiny. Corpus Christi around
Anxiety
Volta
Guidance
I used to look to my dad for help when I wasn’t sure how to handle something. Growing up, he was the only
12 Days Without You
I told you that I had to go back to work tomorrow, and I wasn’t sure how it was going to be because
The Trouble With Transoms
Alicia walked to the back of the room, rose about four feet from the floor, and made herself comfortable. No one else around seemed
What happens to our souls when we die?
A Galactic Walk
blaspheme
What madness that the Force should summon me at a time like this… To command the alleged spirit of my sole domain, body, to
C.R.G.
His words, a catalyst of creativity. Why can’t he remember? Once obsessed with mortality, fear of and then acceptance of death. A combination
Brandy Alexander
One drink for spite, another for escape, neither enough to numb the truth.
When I was a hundred
When I was a hundred, old memories I couldn’t share comforted me. Time stood still like an old, well-read book lying open to
I still wanna be able to help somebody
Even when he was still here, I missed him.
Clarity
Living a life dedicated to creating art It took me too long to understand I followed the path that they told me led the
Every Word
There’s a part of the story that I want to be told from his perspective I lost my Dad almost 4 months ago.
a wooden chair
I went to see you today. I wanted you to know that people still love you, care about how you feel, forgive you, and
11/28/2008
Make the crux of my articles based on critical thinking. Philosophy - The principles of clear and ordered thinking. test C.R.G.