In a world that appears so fragile, with so much anger and self-absorption, it is pizza that keeps me grounded Even if you do your best to ignore the news, as I try to do, it’s hard to escape the feeling that we seem to be descending into madness on a…
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All That Remains
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.” ―Robert Frost When it’s all over, who and what will live on Sometimes, I think of hope as the palliative we use to keep from getting lost or going insane, and not much more. It may…
And The Band Plays On
Avoiding apathy on my way to acceptance I have always considered apathy a weak position based on ignorance, selfishness, or cowardice. You didn’t care: either because you didn’t understand, couldn’t be bothered, or were too frightened to act. I believe there was a time in our recent history when this was true, and…
Everyone Is Wearing Shorts
Closing a chapter on what we choose to crow about All morning, I kept hearing that song “Funeral” by Phoebe Bridgers. “I’m singin’ at a funeral tomorrow, for a kid a year older than me, and I’ve been talkin’ to his dad, it makes me so sad, when I think too…
I Was Told There’d Be More
Ghost signs, finite energy, and the weight of souls “Fuck you,” the voice cries out from below in the darkness. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.” It is quiet for a bit, then the sobbing that ends in a wail rises up, before falling into the now familiar refrain, “Fuck you,…
What To Do With What’s Left
A meditation on life and death, and the meaning of it all Jane’s best friend lost her husband. This was just the other day, the day before yesterday, in fact. Jane is my wife. One minute, the husband was fine, or so everyone thought, and the next, he was gone. Collapsed…
Boys Don’t Cry, Men Don’t Bond
The introverted soul and why so many men in our society find themselves alone later in life.
A Difficult Man
The difference between discerning and difficult and the sudden realization that I’ve never been low-maintenance I have never thought of myself as a difficult man. I supposed that’s to be expected, given that even evil men are the heroes of their own epic tales, no matter how sinister they appear…
I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For
They say that eventually, everyone finds their tribe, so why am I still searching for mine?
First You Have To Row A Little Boat
Lessons learned from a lifetime of creative endeavors, critical thinking, and ideological indifference