N is for Northwest: A Letter
I can’t get over how urgent this essay published in 1836 remains today. And I urgently, madly want to annoy you all with it.
I can’t get over how urgent this essay published in 1836 remains today. And I urgently, madly want to annoy you all with it.
Can I carry around a sign that reads: “I’m new here”? Can I attend the adult version of Cokes and Clubs?
So I guess I’m waiting. Statistically, that shoe’s gotta fall sometime.
What you’re really saying is “I’m fairly certain I’m right but I also want you to know how humble I am.
It’s certainly not against me.
Pondering infinity serves little practical purpose in our finite lives, yet the concept thrills and inspires.
When scrawled or scratched on the skin of a beast
Or the earth’s frozen entrails, or the flesh
Of a leaf-maker, then I last longer.
The days don’t vary much, and nobody minds.
I don’t know what home means without you.
I began to evaluate and push back and question. How much was I erased as a student? Where did my own beliefs lie dormant as I absorbed others’ words?