Help Wanted
I’m not asking rhetorically. How do you stare down the barrel of the next five years of your life, ten years of your life, rest of your life and not flinch?
Pro-Life
Next Wednesday is just a Wednesday. No one has written any songs for Wednesday.
The King Is Dead. Now Bury Him.
What would it mean for Game of Thrones if, after expressing such disillusionment with the myth of the rightful ruler, it conjured up exactly that ruler to conclude its story?
“””Art”””
I’ve created some “””art””” using the Processing programming language.
Fireflies and Drafting Days
On paper, on screen, will you see my words?
Old Sunlight Wet Pavement
I can’t I try they know they laugh I’m withering with love them.
Fair-Weather Fitness
First of all, the whole thing felt like a trick.
A Silence Haunts Me
Both artists choose the same virtue as their guide through their newly dark and silent worlds—Patience.
A Farewell to Certainty
It’s amazing how you can immediately be so nervous about something that just moments before you had no idea existed.
This Home
I’m thankful for that strange sort of nostalgia that sits in my stomach when I read about my past lives.
