Here’s the thing: life is sort of a pretty dream, if you look at it the right way.
What sort of world are we living in right now? What sort of hope is there in a society of extremes?
Too many of us get into the habit of holding our breath to hide ourselves.
What happens when we stop holding and start breathing?
Using this time of year as an opportunity to forgive, to forget, and to let it all pass over.
Recently, I have been finding it difficult to write about most subjects. Whether it’s subjects that are personal: dating, friendships, family, and work, or subjects that are broader: politics, community, global affairs, the economy… I find myself in a state of partial paranoia and heightened sensitivity. Maybe it’s because I feel that the orthodoxies are […]
I have traveled by overground train, from one city to the next. But, this is the first time I recognized that my way of train travel isn’t the same for so many others.
To live in NYC is to experience a daily, and essential, separation from others, if only to maintain sanity.