Heaven and earth! Must I remember?Hamlet. Act I, scene 2. I recognize grief in my life. More often than some, I assume, being as well-acquainted with it as I am. I try to take time to grieve hurt and disappointment as it presents itself. Sometimes I refuse to see it, most often I do not. … Continue reading Must I remember?
What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind.TS Eliot, Burnt Norton I’ve said it before, I hate Christmas. … Continue reading The leaves were filled with children.
Sometimes life feels like this. I’ve been thinking about Fight Club lately. Okay, not “lately” — always, but more so lately. The movie and book are full of great quotes that cut through the bullshit and seem to resonate with pretty much everyone. We all feel adrift in our lives at one point or another. … Continue reading Turn that duality into a singularity. Or something. (A pep talk.)
“Let not future things disturb you, for you will come to them, if it shall be necessary, having with you the same reason which you now use for present things.”Marcus Aurelius I am tired of reaction. I grow weary of anticipating disaster. I do not want to cease thinking rationally, but would like to avoid … Continue reading Let go.
A modern day woman with a weak constitution 'cause I've gotMonsters still under my bed that I could never fight offLana del Rey, "hope is a dangerous thing" Here's the thing: we all have monsters we can't fight off. None of us is special in this regard. We aren't going to ever conquer our monsters … Continue reading Monsters and ash.
It felt like the end of the world. Planes fell from the sky and nothing was ever the same again. People falling, seeming to float, the horror of having to make that choice on a Tuesday morning. Holding hands on the way down. Falling alone. Death by fire or death by air. The terrible beauty … Continue reading 20 years.
I do not want this. With every fiber of my being, I do not want to be here. The heat. The ants. The fucking gravestone that I refuse to maintain. I never bring flowers. I shouldn’t have to. I should not have to come here. For fuck’s sake. It’s hot and humid today; the marble … Continue reading Catalysts are made to be burned.
Her boredom is exquisite and excessive.
Love conquers nothing.