We all com­mu­ni­cate. That’s a given. We cross paths. That’s also a given. We hide things we don’t want the world to see. Well… it depends on what we want to hide. We hide what we fear because we don’t want to change oth­ers’ views of us: we don’t want to have the spot­light on us, and we have no inten­tion to become the... Read More »

Burn your bridges. The one phrase I never learned to under­stand. But then again, who am I to judge? I had never had to burn any bridges of my own, have I? I did not know until the later years of high school that some­times, burn­ing bridges is the best thing to do. Finally, twenty-four hours ago tonight, I learned what it truly means to burn... Read More »

In this there is either the mass of every­body or just you; either way, you are the only thing that is in the fore­ground. You wit­ness things alone, expe­ri­ence things alone, and han­dle things alone. You are liv­ing in the soli­tude you have desired but were unable to attain until now —where you aren’t col­laps­ing onto a... Read More »

Sad­ness is like a decrepit dam, ready to break at any instant and rain tears on the world. His hands clench together as the cold con­sumes the world around him, as he stands alone near a tree. Sad­ness is a par­a­site that bur­rows deep into one. Photo by Greg / Used with... Read More »

Fear. It embod­ies us all at one point or another. When­ever we try some­thing new, when we travel to new places. It is an anx­i­ety that we can­not shake. Whether it is a fear of spi­ders or a fear of some­thing unpre­dictable, we as a peo­ple can­not con­trol it. Often times, fear hits us imme­di­ately. When we know that... Read More »

Set­ting: there is a table. It is nicely set for a fam­ily gath­er­ing. The table cloth is blue and the plates are a tan­nish brown. Humphrey is drink­ing wine, Tom will later drink wine. The rest are drink­ing water except for Betty who is drink­ing milk. There are eight places set, one for a child and seven for adults. Every­one... Read More »