Another long, white hall stretches out before me. Four openings mark out the entrances into additional exhibit halls, each containing another small collection – Dutch landscapes on the left, a collection of reformation portraits on the right. But before me, a hall… and a question. Why am I even here? I’ve seen this before, … [Read More]
Of Planning – Of Hoping
Goals. Strategies. Task Lists. There is something about a full calendar that brings me peace. When dreams turn into goals, I find my sweet spot. A vision is cast, and I get to work. A thousand moving pieces do not scare me. There’s always a plan big enough to catch them all. The further … [Read More]
A Question of Blindness
He took him. He took him by the hand. But it wasn’t enough. What were they looking for? What did they expect? These friends that believed so deeply that things could change, that things could get better. They dragged him forward, out of the masses and into the spotlight of specificity. I don’t think … [Read More]
The Fire of our Night
All was dark. Darker than dark, the sky seemed to even swallow sound in its mass. I stood by the lit up HBO add by my bus stop, waiting for the 5:17 bus to come my way, trying to remember why I was getting up this early. It’s a holiday, right? Don’t you rest … [Read More]
Of Defiance and Starlight
“Sam struggled with his own weariness, and he took Frodo’s hand; and there he sat silent till deep night fell.” …till deep night fell. I know those words. I know that world. Another friend is sick, not with a cold. How many more loved ones will face this? How many deaths must we … [Read More]
Of Darkest Days and The Weight of Existence
“For what I seek is hope, a horizon for human destiny, for my own true self…” 4:31pm. That was 6 minutes ago, the official time of sunset. Dusk has made its home in the heavens. 8 hours, 17 minutes, and 45 seconds of daylight: the darkest day of the year. “…I … [Read More]
Of Winter Depression and Looking Up
Eleven. It’s been eleven days since I’ve seen the sun, and technically it’s not even winter yet. There’s still two weeks before we hit the darkest day. This is just the beginning. The grey light that comes through the clouds and fog during the eight hours of day are not much for encouragement toward … [Read More]
Zwischenzeiten and Shards of Glass
There are glass shards everywhere. Of course there are, it’s Sunday morning. Club 27 is right down the street from my apartment, and everyone knows that it’s no party if there are not drunkenly broken bottles there the next morning. It’s a small wonder that the broom is practically a cultural icon here. It’s Sunday … [Read More]