There are days - more realistically, nights - where I'm so overcome by my own sudden, built-up anger that I don't know what to do with myself. It'll come entirely out of left-field, usually while I'm working, maybe triggered by a lyric in a song or something I read. Right now I'm reading about the … Continue reading Dormant anger in the postmodern era and a music review
1. Poetry is no stand in for writing. "Writing has become so salient for you" Tannya said to me one night, and it's true. Poetry is a quick fix, a compulsive act to remedy a dizzy spell. Writing is something deeper, a loosening of the knots after a long day of toil, and to write … Continue reading assorted thoughts – 12:13am
Sometimes I read through my own blog. I read through it with the same compulsiveness with which I attend to my linkedin profile, as if I have something to prove to myself by reacquainting my eyes over and over with my own work, with my accomplishments (or lack thereof, depending on the day), and most importantly, with my … Continue reading 1:55am, saturday
In all honesty, I've had a pretty good life. I've had a few traumas that I would rather not talk about but then, everyone does. I feel like I'm in a position of privilege when I talk about my optimism and my hope; but really, it's a disposition you acquire as you grow older. Sometimes. … Continue reading What do you do?