The search and result!
At the start of it I just applied. Clear about the type of work I wanted, but never truly knowing precisely how to find.
Each step was a new struggle. Something minuscule gained. A casual accumulation of pain. Too many failed and defeated moments to recount…
The long road of missteps
It started as a dream. In it I was flying with wingsuit, a group of us training for landing. In the morning I repeated the dream to a friend, standing in the bird’s rib Oculus, leaning on a badly designed railing. I recalled the specifics…
At the start I applied without ever hearing word. Months would go by and the same jobs would still be freshly posted to the boards. It felt as if we were all spinning wheels in an empty room. Ghost opportunities against a quarantined world.
On LinkedIn, among all the furloughed…
One small point on an island.
I've always admired the clear sense of humility and truism in Tim Kreider's writing.
If you haven’t read anything by this complex human, start with his book, We Learn Nothing.
I made my way to his collection of short essays after…
One man’s attempt at dating and purchasing groceries more efficiently
If you’ve ever been to a Trader Joe’s in New York City on a Monday you’ll know that by the time you get in the door and put your hands on a cart, the line for the register has wrapped…
Coming down to it, just around a bend.
About that end.
Unimagined, somehow planned.
Nostalgia on completion.
Sometimes the temperature of the air brings with it recollection. Some part of the season, a range of emotions, the moisture in Johannesburg at 18 when the year was still 99.
How much of it can we keep?
It was all just living.
And the present.
I’ve got you coming back to it too. Like evenings before catching flights. Summer lakeside nights. Like father and son flying kites. Riding bikes down hill.
As if they saw all of life slightly differently, thin as can be, entirely differently. String theory, alternate plains, both of us still living but not in any of these worlds the same.
Some may see the interconnectness, as if while dying aware of a return journey, one universal truth…
Perspectives from a series of unfortunate events.
It crossed my mind once it started to rain, after I was drenched and cold and uncomfortable. That’s when it hit me, that there was something to this pain. I continued to drive, logging through words in my mind. "Each droplet, bullets to…