I was sitting by myself at a café today, when I realized I look outward now. Toward the world. It felt a bit strange, because for the most part I’d spent my years looking inward. Toward the self. … A threshold has been crossed, maybe. … After all those years looking inward, by now I […]
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“Putting aside the need to earn a living, I think there are four great motives for writing, at any rate for writing prose. They exist in different degrees in every writer, and in any one writer the proportions will vary from time to time, according to the atmosphere in which he is living.” ~ George […]
The other day, I glimpsed a movie scene of a dragon, breathing fire. Its hide was thick and thorny, its teeth bared sharp and spiky. Some humans, they were trying to gun it down, the monstrous thing. But the pelts, the bullets, the shots that were fired just bounced off of the dragon’s hide. […]
It’s 2018, but there’s a girl that still prints out pictures like they do in the 90s, and gives them to people, or keeps them for future use in a scrapbook she still intends to fill. She still keeps handwritten letters, and sometimes makes them, too. She still stores a box of keepsakes from 1990 […]
I’ve often heard people say, “By God’s grace,” but I don’t think I’ve fully understood then, what they meant. To me, it just sounded like a worn-out expression, made by the cliché-loving, or maybe by the pretentious. It isn’t news to the people who really know me that I am not religious, and I have […]
The year is ending. As Lang Leav put it, we have made it “all the way around the sun,” and we are about to make the trip again. But before I do it with the rest of the world, I want to take a look back at the past 12 months. So I’ve spent some […]
InkBlots and IceBergs 