I don’t know whether I find it more remarkable that I haven’t been to the Brandeis campus in nearly four years already or that I haven’t posted here in over a week. Both of them strike in the way of…
Tag: The Long Tunnel
A Study in Scarlet
New Brunswick is a city of sirens. There are hospitals here, by the seeming score, spiraling outward from the world-famous Robert Wood Johnson, one of the Johnson & Johnson Johnsons, an epicenter of so-called healthcare in the so-called Healthcare City.…
Drops
He tosses and turns in the vain effort to get to sleep. There is throbbing in his head, the natural consequence of this sort of upheaval, this sort of discombobulation of schedule and energy and the flailing inability to stay…
31: I’m Still Here
Last night, I had a dream about admitting a romantic interest to one of my oldest friends who I liked for some years back in the day. In the dream, it was acknowledged with the effortless casuality of ancient history…
Instruction
Sit in a coffee shop. Try to be present. Try to feel each moment, each second washing over the self-consciousness, perhaps washing away the self-consciousness, at least to the extent possible. Tune out the upbeat music in the background. Stare…
On Cataclysm
They say that the hardest thing about dealing with someone dying is that the rest of the world goes on like nothing happened. Apocalypse would be easier to deal with, because then at least the world would stop to recognize…
Red Light Green Light
Two sheets of legal paper, turned horizontal, filled up with the cascading words of four speakers in proscribed order, one, two, three, four, two, one. Discussions of God and the role of evil and the amount of suffering in this…
In the Absence of People
The air is pregnant with impending snow today, the entire high sky taking on a gray-white hue as though snow were the literal product of such a sky being chipped and chiseled into flaky falling flecks. The radar maps say…
2011: A Vignette Odyssey II
I Two: The Frontier Restaurant in Albuquerque has long been a sort of totem of my relatively limited affection for the world. The things I like tend to be things I like a lot and the Frontier may be close…
Die, 2010!
Is there anything so great in this world as a shower? I doubt it. There is something ineffable about the way it focuses one’s mind and thinking, at least sometimes, that makes it the single most consistent source of inspiration,…