My year in books: Matt Haig

I measure my year in books. Every year I give myself an unspoken reading goal. Unspoken, because it’s a personal challenge that I present to myself inwardly, and because if I don’t announce the goal it’s less embarrassing when I fail to meet it. Some might say that’s petty. To …

a map of dust and stars…

Last week the folks over at the Tattooed Buddha were kind of enough to publish a piece of my writing. Below is an small excerpt. If you’d like to read the full article you can find it here. Dissatisfaction and disdain rest atop nearly all the facts and facets of …

An expert in the medium of lack…

Giacomo Leopardi was a poet, philosopher, essayist. A radical, forward thinker whose erudite progressivity blossomed and bloomed despite the conservative constraints of his context, much in the same way a dandelion summons the subtle but relentless strength to breach concrete. But this is not to say that he was not …

A shoulder set to rock…

“it wasn’t just the old worry, the one he’d lived with all his life, as long as he could remember that weighed on him. It was also the dreams.” J.M. Micro, Ordinary Monsters Worry carries a weight. A stress. A strain. But, it’s one I’ve grown accustomed to carrying. There …

The anomaly of us…

“Reality can get dismal”, says Andrew Solomon, and “Human beings are fundamentally absurd”. In both cases, I couldn’t agree more. We are the most arrogant of all species. We are so entranced by our own self-assuredness, so intoxicated with our own self-importance, that we fail to see how the incredible …

what persists…

“Maybe this is what grief is…Maybe this is how loss feels. Like nothing. Like wind in a hollow…Grief and hate are close cousins.” J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters “The weak can overcome the strong if the weak persist. Persisting isn’t always safe, but it’s often necessary.” Octavia E. Butler, The Parable …

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