contents read part four They drive on. She keeps turning around to stare out the back window. “We better get off the road for a bit. The cops are gonna be out on this soon. Probably,” she says. “Yes. Do you know a good spot?” he asks. She looks around for a second and snaps … Continue reading Road Trip – part five
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oracle
So this is modern life. What wonders. Peer into your phone. The modern Oracle. This is what we live for now. But... If nothing is meaningful without transposition into pixels and code, then how can I have meaning? Take that selfie. There you are. Ones and zeros in dots of light. That's better. Now you're … Continue reading oracle
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Listening For Our Voice
When thinking of our personal growth, it is important to realize that no one ever really changes who they are. At best, we simply learn to mitigate our extremes and soften the rougher edges. If anything, as we age and learn more about ourselves, by concentrating on healing and living a life that is right … Continue reading Listening For Our Voice
Addict
For many, substance abuse is a way to avoid figuring out who you are. It was for me. To learn who you really are is not easy. You must dig down through all the layers of childhood trauma and the fossilized coping mechanisms you created to deal with it. Dig until you find some little … Continue reading Addict
Humble Selfie
“Humble selfie” is the perfect oxymoron for our times. I realize that most people who do the whole selfie thing probably have no idea what I'm talking about here. Not just that they don't know what the word oxymoron means (although most probably don't), but that they aren't able to get why it is oxymoronic. … Continue reading Humble Selfie
Party Pooper
Back when I was quitting drinking (barely even out of the DTs yet), I encountered a series of enabling women who tried to drag me out to bars. What a fuckery life is! When I was drinking I couldn't get laid out of a bar if my life depended on it, but now a parade … Continue reading Party Pooper
credits
weren't the credits supposed to roll? after the lock clicked home in that room where they send people like me wasn't the story over then? a cautionary tale or a morbid show for them who feign disinterest but I awoke deprived an end given a future empty as tundra do I write an end? or … Continue reading credits
On Smartphones
I recently had an exchange with a close friend that condensed some nebulous feelings I've been having into annoyance acute enough to distill into this. Such is my process. My friend discovered that I don't have a smartphone. I never thought this was a big deal, but rather than treating the revelation with the same … Continue reading On Smartphones
Muse Vassal 