July 2010
9 posts
March 2010
1 post
February 2010
6 posts
January 2010
4 posts
October 2009
3 posts
“It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from all the world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one’s burned tongues and skinned knees, that one’s aches and pains are all one’s own. Even more terrible, as we grow older, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us.”
September 2009
3 posts
It came like a flood that morning. The day had broken and been broken, and the sun danced in fragments against his soiled walls. The golden rainbow light was split up and divided and skewed by the glass that lay together in his window, and the entire room was sleepy. It was a morning akin to any other morning on any other day in a row of a countless others, and there was nothing remarkable to be...
August 2009
8 posts
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something...
“I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out...”
It’s been too hard livin’, but I’m afraid to die; I don’t know what’s up there beyond the sky. It’s been a long, long time comin’, but I know a change gon’ come.
Faust [F.W. Murnau, 1926]
Men’s wretchedness in soothe I so deplore, Not even I would plague the sorry creatures more.
July 2009
3 posts
“Everything will be okay in the end. If it is not okay, then it is not the end.”
