Upon the return from such hopeful heights, I found myself reflective. I had an inclination to expound on the recent series of posts attributed to the ambivalence of visiting "home." To be … Read more about Returning whence I came… Redux
Returning whence I came… [Part 4]
*Read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 of Returning whence I came... Home is where one starts from. -T.S. Eliot August 14th 11:59am Reaching for the brass … Read more about Returning whence I came… Part 4
Returning whence I came… [Part 3]
*Read Part 1 and Part 2 of Returning whence I came... My father considered a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of churchgoing. -Aldous … Read more about Returning whence I came… Part 3
Returning whence I came… [Part 2]
*Read Part 1 of Returning whence I came... August 10th 11:31pm Hesitation clouds my mind, muddles the concentration. What are these thoughts? She is talking to me; still I am distracted. … Read more about Returning whence I came… Part 2
Returning whence I came… [Part 1]
August 6th 2:04pm Beads of sweat condense and appear on my brow, glistening in the effervescence, fluorescent lights above. The droplets of water trickle my hair follicles down past my brows and … Read more about Returning whence I came… Part 1
Transition is a Transition
And when the event, the big change in your life, is simply an insight--isn't that a strange thing? That absolutely nothing changes except that you see things differently and you're less … Read more about Transition is a Transition
Beneath the Exterior
What is normalcy? This is the question, Jonathan Franzen, undertakes in his novel, The Corrections. The novel provides a stark realization of the facade presented by the "nuclear … Read more about Beneath the Exterior
Finishing Well
Finish well. It's a strange phrase. The kind of phrase, that beckons forth an allotted quantity of inner strength and courage, in order to overcome all obstacles. It is statement that … Read more about Finishing Well
Trapped by Comparison
"I used to analyze myself down to the last thread, used to compare myself with others, recalled all the smallest glances, smiles and words of those to whom I’d tried to be frank, … Read more about Trapped by Comparison
