A friend told me that we use the mundane to distract us from life’s deeper problems, and I found some comfort in the possibility. But it regularly seems to me as though the mundane is what everybody lives for and those other problems don’t really concern people. I felt so alone in the world until [...]
Read more →Sometimes I fear I am too ordinary to expect that I am capable of greatness.
Read more →Anybody who’s had more than a few drinks with me can gather it’s a Messiah complex which guides my unrelenting desire to be a father to the world. This predilection has been perpetually involved against personal happiness in a war for my own sense of fulfillment. As the years pass, the former is only becoming [...]
Read more →In these early days of my life I am less human than weary embankment. There’s more than a decade of passion inside me, locked behind the pain-forged walls of reluctance and self-destruction. I am becoming the Great Flood; when the levee breaks, there forth will my newest form ravage, and with it all of my [...]
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