I am doing my best,I say over and over. There is still a voice in my head asking,“Why doesn’t he understand me?”so I open the notebook and start writing: This is a little draining.Not you, of course, dear—just the enormity. He slowly drifts away —is that me?What if I fall asleep?Breaking delicate wings… check.I am […]
Trespassers I have always thought a premium of at least a solid chunk of attention needed to be reserved for calculating how into something other people were. You know – running background processes, trying to read the room, figure out who’s really invested versus who’s just being polite. Like if I could just dedicate enough
Seeing you in there makes me tether myselfto a playful liquid timerblobs ooze their way down to remind mebubbles pop on the way up,always seeking release – don’t stop Water into the air and air into streams and rivers –How quickly the colors claim their shapesas prizes once united at the bottom of the lakeIf
I was playing around with the Library of Babel website late one night, typing in random thoughts to see where they’d land in this supposed infinite collection of every possible text. The premise is seductive: somewhere in this virtual library exists every book that has been or ever will be written, every conversation you’ll have,
Eeyore’s Syndrome: DSM-XVII candidate for best new Cognitive Bias.Special notes: Voted most likely not to succeed. Classification: Bad for you. Symptoms: High chance of imagining all of your most feared moments of a given day to be much worse than they usually actually are when time catches up to you. Statistically significant chance of causing
