An Image (2)


An open field stands unseen. Once seen, the cause of its barren state becomes apparent.  Read More…

An Image (1)


A mahogany door stands frameless, unwed to any wall. An absent smoke machine funnels clouds around it and toward the viewer.

It falls, the ground cracks. The lens cracks. Fog enters.

Print the Legend

Simplicity 3

Or more precisely, print the image of the legend. Das ding embracing toward memory. Print the memory you mean to convey.

Borges calls upon the writer to print the memories left behind by their books, the intended message wrapped in a metaphor. A donkey on a piano, nudes, the eye cut by Bunuel.  Read More…

Help Me Get To Japan

Self 9

On September 8th, I will embark on a trip that will directly affect this blogspace. I will leave Charlotte-Douglass Airport and arrive in Osaka, Japan two days later. Through Antioch University’s ‘Japan and Its Buddhist Traditions’ program I will live and study in Kyoto for three months. Read More…


I just watched “The Grand Budapest Hotel.” Director Wes Anderson has a unique ability to leave one emotionally exhausted and contemplative by recourse to sheer force of absurd will. Read More…

Uh. Hmm. Alright.

“All my life needed was a sense of someplace to go. I don’t believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention, I believe that one should become a person like other people.” ~Travis Bickle (Taxi Driver) Read More…


Jean. The street. Players. The world. A stage.

Jean- sauced- ambled on down the street. Waves of lethargy, of angst, had stuck with him for two weeks. But unlike waves, these events flowed. And only flowed. Read More…


“Where are to be found the instruments for surmounting the spiritual chaos that threatens to engulf us?” ~Wilhelm Dilthey

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I am become death. 2nd day DOMs after my first workout with weights for months and still hit the treadmill for half an hour. I’ve dropped 23 lbs in less than three weeks. I’m hungover and behind on classwork. And i’ve already been had in someone’s April Fool’s day shenanigans. Read More…

Hollow Words

You were wrong. I do understand. I understand that there is nothing to understand.

Remain a lecherous philistine. Uphold that facade of superiority, of dominance. Its the only tool you’ve got.

You are fated to act as you have. Your inconsistency highlights your inability to coordinate a path around this fact. Scorn and hatred when applied everywhere and always is just one way out. Any other constant response to the order of things remains just as valid.

I may be young, I may enjoy different modes of being than you. But this entails nothing.

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