Non-Fiction Living
My Adventures As An Amateur Anthropologist In And Out Of My Apartment
Saturday, August 25, 2018
Go ahead and say it
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I could ask you to be more careful. I could ask you to choose lovelier words. Take a pause. More poetry, less logic. See me in three dimen...
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Saturday, August 11, 2018
The sun it did rise again
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Like when you make new friends but keep the old and the cream always rising to the top, things have their way of sorting themselves out. ...
Thursday, May 24, 2018
I answered my own question
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I’m still in shock. I thought I was more of a badass than this. It feels visceral. Comes a time when I ask a familiar question. I keep it...
Sunday, March 25, 2018
Rabbit Hole Day
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A day without intention. No need to stay on task. There are no tasks on Rabbit Hole Day. Everything that needs reining in gets free range ...
Thursday, March 8, 2018
These Books Carry Me
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I have concerns. I’ve exhausted reputable online resources. I’ve exhausted less than reputable online resources. Talking to people who kno...
Sunday, February 25, 2018
I Stand In Judgement
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A train pulls into the station. I'm standing on the platform. I take stock of the cars closest to me. Crowded. I step aside. I watch a...
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Sunday, February 11, 2018
Five Minutes
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This is the worst thing that's ever going to happen to me. I sit with that knowledge for a while. I'm 36 years old and this is my ...
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