iii

iii

The following was written in Part ii of this increasingly aimless accretion:  Why must you begin? Because you must. As mentioned in that same post, must is a musty way of thinking. So let’s hit it with the power washer and see what, if anything, remains...
ii

ii

Yesterday we began, then ended up, here: If you must begin somewhere, this will do. Today we introduce the pruning shears: If you must begin somewhere You must begin somewhere You must begin The must becomes musty, but let’s ignore that for now. instead, let’s...
i

i

If you must begin somewhere, this will do. The If is telling. Already questioning your own premises, or, worse, purposes.  The You vacillates. Like a fish in a stream splaying prisms. Prisming prisms? The second-person refracted in prisms (to stick with the...
Friday Night Lights

Friday Night Lights

Throughout my 20s and 30s I didn’t have the typical Friday night experience of going out to a bar or restaurant. Most Fridays I worked, usually at a bar or restaurant, which is a unique way both to participate in and be excluded from a typical Friday night. Working...
Themes

Themes

Sometimes life hits you with certain thematic consistencies. These could be dreams or conversational topics, the smell of freshly baked peanut butter cookies or the way light slants through a window. At a certain point you notice the recurrences and begin tuning...