Restlesness. It never goes away. It fades sometimes, especially if I am working on a project, but now that the future is a dystopia of boredom, the restlessness lingers. I miss goals. I miss being optimistic about the future and having these ideas that if I just strive, hustle, put in the work, things will … Continue reading Wandering
Musings
Random Thought…
Photo by Johannes Plenio on Pexels.com What if... depression isn't a disease, but a symptom of something really fucking wrong with the world humans live in? Think about it, almost everything that we do is based in some kind of evolutional/ancestral DNA response. For example, we don't want to be kicked out of the village … Continue reading Random Thought…
To Have Fun
Photo by Johannes Plenio on Pexels.com I am jealous of certain writers. JK Rowling and JRR Tolkien pop to mind. Not because of the usual reasons, or well the reasons one would assume (ie fame and popularity), but rather because these two authors, in particular, created a world in which they lived in… in which … Continue reading To Have Fun
Society
Can a person be truly separate from social conditioning? Meaning, are we only creatures of the social world we live in? Do we truly have independent thought, or do the social circumstances we live in (and can never separate ourselves from) inform every aspect of who we are? It is taking the question of nature … Continue reading Society
On Exploring Silence with Words
*not my picture, obviously. Silence. Quiet. Wordlessness. How does one go about explaining, exploring, these concepts with... words? You can't. Not really. What I write here, what I think with words in order to write here, does... cannot... capture or even express what it is to explore silence. And what does that mean anyway? Silence. … Continue reading On Exploring Silence with Words
On Memories of a Farming Field
Those places. Memories from childhood. A quick remembrance of something that occurred ten years, thirty years, fifty years ago. A flash. Of memory. Caused by smell. Maybe. The smell of alfalfa in the morning dew. The rise of dust as we drive down the dirt road passing those fields of alfalfa. The smell is green. … Continue reading On Memories of a Farming Field
Just One Small Corner 