Sometimes, there are things that you just have to do. You can’t think about them any longer. The time comes when you just have to pull the plug and watch the water drain away.Continue reading “Deleting Social Media”
Growing up, I always wanted to get a Ford F-150 SVT Lightning. I wanted a sport truck. It was supposed to be a nice, glossy red. Dual exhausts would’ve been great, too. And, I’d stuff it with one hell of a sound system.Continue reading “LEGO F-150 Raptor”
I finally got out and went fishing. It was great, even though I didn’t catch a thing. I didn’t even get much attention from the fish but it was well worth it.
One 4×6 photo cost me $600. It’s a picture that I took. I probably won’t even put it in a frame. I even printed the picture myself.Continue reading “$600 4×6 Photo”
The last time I was on a plane, I finished reading First Person Singular by Haruki Murakami. It left me feeling light. The stories themselves felt unapologetically unsophisticated; I wanted to find meaning in the short stories that I’ve come to believe simply isn’t there. The stories in the book are simply that, stories. And, they’re wonderful.Continue reading “The Languishing Unwritten Story”
I went to Medieval Times for the first time on Saturday. A friend of mine organised the event for his birthday. It’s not something I would ever have thought to do to celebrate a birthday. But, that’s why we have friends…to share new experiences with.Continue reading “I Went to Medieval Times”
It’s been a long time since I’ve sat down to write. It feels like it’s been much longer than it should be. The pattern of my words is disjointed.
But, tonight I fell into a familiar rhythm. After work, I stopped by the liquor store.
The lights are low, there’s familiar music playing loudly enough, and a beer’s sitting on a coaster. There’s a candle flickering. All of the things are in the right place.
This is where I come to write.
I’ve kept enough space for a good while now. I had to. I should’ve declined tonight’s invitation.
I started tonight’s writing with a letter that I’d love to send but never will. As I was writing, it stopped being a letter. It became an airing.
It’s more interesting to read than this post.
See, I want to be able to write when I’m sober but I can’t. I wrote a post about how it’s possible, but I was lying to you and to myself.
I want to be able to write when my words aren’t being swept into the spillway.
It’s an odd place for it, at the edge of a children’s playground. It doesn’t quite belong but it’s always been there, for as long as I can remember. It can’t be there on purpose, it’s the result of an accident. I’m sure of it. Why would anyone plant a pear tree there?Continue reading “A Pear Tree in a Playground”
A kitchen timer is an indispensable tool.
I don’t have one. Instead, I use the timer on the stove. It works well because it’s digital. Although, the smallest available unit is minutes, which is sometimes too long.
I digress.Continue reading “20 Years from Finland”