Using existential arithmetic to figure out who and what's important.
To consider life from the height of a bird, one comes to see things with a freshness that is often revealing...
I’m looking for a new chair. The one I have is cheap, made of some flimsy fake-leather imitation, and also...
The helicopters are whirring above. I heard the first sounds of sirens about thirty minutes ago; they started and the...
It was the summer without cheer. Marred in memory by countless days all the same, long spent oppressed under the...
(735 words) I have come to believe that writing is, at its core, a job not of the proficient visionary but one of the...
My memory is for shit. I’m like Ten-Second Tom, plus a moment or two. “In one ear and out the other,” as my mom...
(2987 words) He is the reason I carry a pocket voice-recorder at all times. In the three days I knew him, Ray showed...
(1151 words) It's hard to imagine a more poignant set of lyrics than those beginning Daniel Johnston’s 1982 track...
I met my best friend on Christmas Day, 2005. Two days ago, on October 4th, 2020, I said goodbye...
Seven weeks ago, I was in the process of apartment hunting in-and-around Los Angeles whilst simultaneously planning...