Or: A Fictional Conversation. It’s been a while. It’s always been a while. I’m rolling through articles in the New Yorker, trying to avoid political nonsense–because politics these days are absolute nonsense, dangerous nonsense, but nonsense nonetheless–and trying to not remember the bitterness cascading through my veins like the melting ice on this all too… Continue reading My Friend, Ludwig – Private Conversations
Or: A Fictional Conversation About (Not-So-)Fictional Events. My uncle-in-law passed away today. Or is it yesterday? The time is somewhere between night and day and I am hovering in my thoughts, trying to think of something to do rather than succumb to sleep. My heart is somewhere in the deep, like the ocean that surrounds… Continue reading My Friend, Ludwig – Twilight Life
Or: A Fictional Account of A Day. It’s a cloudy day and I meet with my friend, Ludwig, at a cafe on Main Street. Ludwig is middle-aged and likes tweed jackets with patches on the elbows. I’m me, short, a little chubby, and prefer dresses at all times of the year. Today’s weather is perfect… Continue reading My Friend, Ludwig -Reacquainting
Or: how being human is always difficult (and anyone who says otherwise is either a genius or lying) The above is a photo I took a couple of weeks ago at Mystic Aquarium in Mystic, Connecticut. The animals at the aquarium were being less than cooperative in photographs, but I stumbled upon several lotuses in… Continue reading The Garden of Eden
Or: How Life is Strange, Wonderful, and also Depressing The above was the view from Dionis Beach in Nantucket, Massachusetts, two weeks ago (that would be June 17th). If you’ve never been to Nantucket, it is an island off the shore of Cape Cod. You can only reach the island by ferry or plane, which… Continue reading Fear and Loathing
Here is a little video I caught on the page dedicated to Albert Camus on the dreaded Facebook (sometimes it does deliver content worthwhile–shocking, I know). What it is: Viggo Mortensen reading Albert Camus’ speech “The Human Crisis” at Columbia University in New York City, at the exact same place where Camus read it 70… Continue reading A Speech
Or: How I Abuse Alliteration So, I lost my job last Wednesday (May 4th, May the 4th be with you; it certainly wasn’t with me). Where I am now, it’s approximately 3:29 this Monday “morning” and I am feeling ill, not just because I came down with a truly terrible tonsilitis-like illness the same day… Continue reading Idiosyncracies and Illnesses
