I don’t know why I ever thought that it would be any different, but I had just, I don’t know, dreamed of being a good painter. I never saw myself as a Picasso or Rembrandt or Klimt. I didn’t even see myself as a Ross. I guess, I don’t know, I just saw myself as… Continue reading I am not a very good painter
One of the ways that I most regularly express myself is through writing. Writing, I find, is safe. Writing affords me time. Writing gives me space. But, I’m not a writer. I’m someone who writes.
22:11 September 20, 2018 This is the greatest tool in the world. It has the ability to start and end wars. It has the power to break hearts and bring lovers together. This, this one tool, has all of the power in the world. Without it, we’d never know of a God.
I have a hard time expressing myself. It’s true. Far too often I find myself in a pickle because I found myself dumbfounded or, more often, excessively revealing. Both extremes stem from the same source: my inability to properly measure the value of the message that I’m trying to deliver.
It’s undeniable that some time has passed between us. What little we did talk during then has held us together like the imperceptible knots tying strings of thread, being joined to continue knitting a blanket. We wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for those knots, but they make little difference to what has brought us… Continue reading I Still Miss You, Even After All That Was Nothing
Well, it’s now July 21st. It’s been three weeks since the summer started and, well, it’s been about that long.
A few weeks ago, I started making a list of things that I want to do this summer. The list reads like every other incomplete list from every previous summer: go to the museum; read; write; work on Letters’ Lounge; go fishing; go to the gym. Everything I want to do this summer is something… Continue reading A Silent Summer
A good friend of mine recently sent me a photo of his daughter wandering along a beach in Portugal. He captioned the photo with: “There is something inspiring about the meandering footprints of a child contrasted with [the] linear path of adults.” When did we stop wandering?
It’s been a long time since I’ve played with LEGO. Tonight, I did. For a few weeks now, I’ve had this urge to build something. But, I’m soft so LEGO was the only thing that I’d reasonably be able to approach. Here’s a video of me putting together the LEGO Architecture: London kit:
“Dude, just wake up fifteen minutes earlier.” “I will.”