Humans are, it seems, completely incapable of seeing how life pulses. Yes, it oscillates but if you’re paying enough attention you’ll notice its patterns. How it ebbs and flows, the cycles of its rises and falls. But I tend to dwell in the minor details and miss the bigger picture. And perhaps that’s because I am always consumed with something. My favorite flavor of fixation … Continue reading To be consumed

It’s interesting how things become lodged in your brain. They crash land on the surface in a grand nose dive and they lay there in this crater that they’ve created in the most obnoxious way possible. Like a constant droning that you can’t tune out or a breeze that keeps blowing your hair into your eyes. You could be doing a million different things but … Continue reading Polishing rocks

For people like him, the world is just one long series of transactions. The human is the superior being of the Earth and, as such, he owes no amount of comparable respect to the underlings that plague his existence. No, everything else exists for his amusement. A high roller in a room full of card tables who just pawned all his precious metals and expects … Continue reading The currency of life

We look back at things through the lens of fate and can see how something was doomed from the start. Suddenly when stacked together, this happenstance becomes a divine tapestry that tells a story with a twist ending. And we have a tendency to chide these characters right when they’re in the middle of their own personal lows. But when you’re in the middle, you’ll … Continue reading One good martini after a car crash

All my favorite things in the world are the difficult, temperamental ones. The ones that make you work for their silver linings. How many people do you know who couldn’t be bothered with the house cat or the orchid? How many of those people never gave one a go? And of them, how many of those people led particularly interesting lives? Everyone wants ready-made beauty … Continue reading Dormant blooms and sleeping evils

He got the sunset in the divorce. I lost many things when that life fell apart. I lost a home, I left a lot of stuff behind, and much money was spent. And yes, I lost my love – and the future that I had been precariously building with the faulty lumber I for too long accepted. There was love there once and when it … Continue reading The sun falls low