My mind drifts, aimless and without resistance. Along the currents, I’m borne towards distant banks of wonder. In these moments, when placid waters of thought lap at the shores of my consciousness, I am often washed over with a profound wonder at the complexity of life on this planet. Not just the flowers and trees, …
A bird calls in the rain, I would imagine its feathers are wet. A terrible night to be a bird outside, though I guess it’s a matter of perspective. Maybe it’s better for the bird to be out and about at this hour, in this rain. Maybe its prey are all still, waiting under branches …
The streets of Yangon flood in the monsoon. I was once in a cab that up and floated for a few feet in the turbid water. I was on my way to work one soggy morning. I took a cab every morning. I hated it. I hate taxis, and I double hate taking taxis in …
There is a certain clarity of mind, unique and true. I find it hits me when I am on the open road, or when the sun and wind tussle my hair and fill my soul. I last felt it on the bed of a dry lake high in the Andes. In the distance thunder boomed …
The song reminded me of a hotel in Pondicherry, India. I had walked from the bus station to the hotel via a coffee shop on the waterfront. I was thrown by just how much French was spoken in the former Gallic colony and had wandered in absent minded wonder around the streets. A rainstorm, indicative …
I always take a shower in the evening, before bed. I like to be clean before hitting the sack, and the shower does the trick nicely. I’m luxurant about it. I take my time, shampoo and condition; make sure I’m clean from ass to tea kettle. It’s nice, one of the daily rituals that keeps …
Hot Damn. I was watching a news report on a 40 year old autistic man in Singapore, and holy shit his parents are good people. They were honest about their struggles, but found good in every situation. They found it positive, saw their boy as beautiful, caring, loving. The father even said it was a …
My headphones vibrate a song from my youth. It played on the tinny speakers of my mom’s station wagon as we traveled with the windows down to the public pool on warm summer days, and months later when a late dawn broke on a snow day as we slowly made our way over freshly plowed …
My buddy once sent me a song file with the sole description “If they ever open a disco in space, this should be its national anthem.” In addition to being the best description of a song ever written, it was the perfect frame for the song. At the time I was living in one of …
I was watching a youtube interview, or actually a series of youtube interviews with people from what the creator termed the underbelly of society. Now underbelly is a loaded term, but here he means it in the ‘vulnerable’ sense. He referenced Churchill calling Italy the soft underbelly of the axis powers. In this sense, he …