It’s Friday night I’m alone as I write. There are a lot of lonely nights as a writer, nights where I hole myself up and let my mind move through my fingers. But I’m not alone in my forlorn feelings: We’re all human, all of one mind, all alone in our own ways. To appease… Read More We’re All Alone, So Why Do We Feel So Alone?
There’s a strange sense of ignoring a friend, comparable to making direct eye contact with someone you used to know before awkwardly looking down and away, pretending you didn’t see them.… Read More The Psychic Loneliness of Not Consuming As Much Shit
A snap decision comes. A season turns its back. A moment fades. After a while, the season twirls around. It flashes you and laughs, dropping its robe. The changing seasons are often used to describe life’s effervescence. “Boy, that was a fast summer. Too fast, if you ask me! Just like life!” You’ll often hear… Read More Seasons Pass Away, Too