Reflecting

The past 31 days breezed by relatively quickly. This morning, I compiled the 31 days’ worth of entries into one massive post, so I could cleanly revisit it in chronological order. Some days were wordier than others. On the brief days, the most challenging part was coming up something to write about that wasn’t too … More Reflecting

Norwegian Wood

And just like that, Marukami’s done it again– strung me into his worlds of dreams, lust, prose and despair. This time, I didn’t feel as though I was on the cusp of reality. Rather, I felt myself grounded in the meadows of Norwegian Wood. “Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene, … More Norwegian Wood

String of Thoughts

A string of thoughts, in no particular order: The mind is the strangest thing. One of my favorite books reminds me that we’re all stuck in our heads, projecting our own distorted notions of reality onto the screen of our minds. It’s all constructed, pieced together by attention, a weird believable 3D fabrication that we … More String of Thoughts

Disposable Diaries: Tale of Two Cities

Hopping from the East to the South draws each region into sharp contrast. Against the tall and narrow East, the South seems wider. Twangy recorded voicemails, the norm, strike me as peculiar (“hah-lo, yoo’ve reached–“) Cityscapes turn to landscapes and steel structures melt to lake water. Welcome home, where it’s hotter, quieter, sunnier, brighter, lazier, slower, … More Disposable Diaries: Tale of Two Cities

Summer Putty

Lately, time’s been this weird amorphous blob. Putty melting and shifting. Sidewalk glob. The sun doesn’t set until eight each night. I’m tricked into thinking I have more time than I do. Then, before I know it, it’s dark and eleven. So I’ve been toying with the putty of time, driving down winding roads with … More Summer Putty