Category: Reflections

Confessions

Songs of myself.

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Lover of Mine

“I always loved her. I just didn’t always think highly enough of myself to justify this love.”

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Notary Phone

Like any child of the millennium I’ve moved through several cell phones. Each served as a safety blanket, a confidant, a sort of external hard drive for my social life.

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In Memoriam

The most vexing thing, for me, as an admirer, is that he chose to hang himself, a gesture he had to have known was deeply dramatic, in the tradition of Brilliant Suicidal Writers like Woolf and Hemingway.

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Towpath

“Oak trees, no longer mute, lose their even trim and the path invariably assumes a new and rugged imprecision.”

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Greedy in Love

As I reflected on my failed attempt to find love on Tinder, I could not help but agree with Nietzsche.

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Turning Twenty

“What was so different about turning twenty? It means I have passed something. That is to say, I have disappointed already. Former promise has resigned itself.”

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The Quarter Life Crisis

“I know myself,” he cried, “but that is all.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise Oh, Francis. If only I could say the same. This last line from a book I recently pulled from the towering stack on my desk … Read More

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Shakes On a Plane

Some people grapple with their own mortality through meditation, or mountain climbing, or making a pilgrimage to some lost, crumbling temple full of monks. Some do it because they’ve just received a diagnosis of terminal illness or reached their 80th birthday. I just have to step onto a 737.

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I Wrote A Thesis

I wrote a thesis. I wrote it and bound it and turned it in. I am proud of my thesis and I think I produced a piece of research that is interesting and substantial.

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Imagery and Anxiety

Casually, if cautiously, a throng of men encircles the scarred metal of an American fighter jet, the US F-15. A few, more daring men climb the torched cockpit, and children observe with rapt interest. This first American lapse in the … Read More

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On Being TOO BIG for old spaces

How to negotiate a home in spaces overcrowded by nostalgia for the days before you left.

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