The Center of the Universe

I love old photos. I love looking at all my loved ones as they were: younger, a bit unsure, hopeful... All the things I am. I look at them and I see a form of certainty. Here there were thousands of ways their lives could have played out. But it came to be that I … Continue reading The Center of the Universe →

Stop.

You must forgive me. A wave of nostalgia has hit and forced me to lie still in rememory. It was fitting, but I grew somber. How could I have forgotten the joy of this or that? How could I, when I have spent the better half forging life out of reason? So where was the … Continue reading Stop. →

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