December 2011
0 posts
What I Was Going to Write
I had not written here for several days. I’d taken myself away from this medium - to collect my thoughts, to take a breath. I wanted to make a point to write of different things than the theme that has permeated that which is here thus far. I wanted to write about things that make me happy, things I love, things I want to do, see, experience. And yet, even as I make that list in my mind...
November 2011
9 posts
Memories
I am not sure how I found my way here, having opened these doors to memories normally kept on the other side of the wall, out of the more day-to-day spaces of my mind. It had to do something with this recent snow storm. The end of Autumn for so many. One moment I’m laughing with my father, joking about our warmth and sunshine while figures trudge through heavy, wet snow on the tv -...
At Ease
There’s something to be said for the ability of a freshly cleaned and organized bedroom to be conducive to peace of mind. I tend to feel better when my room is in order, which begs the question of why I let it get so out of shape. It would make sense that one’s room, being an extension of the self, affects one’s state of mind. If the room is a mess, is disorganized to such a...
Where the river may lead
It is funny how life can work. The tributaries one might aimlessly be drifting down and their flow into a larger river that leads to a place they knew all along, but hadn’t known how to get there.
In perusing a random stream of pictures of the city of Florence here on Tumblr, I felt inclined to visit the blog of one particular person. It turns out this woman has been feeling things in...
Prologue
So let’s get to why I’m here, shall we?
A couple days ago I deactivated my facebook account. I’ll likely be back soon enough, but I needed to take a step back from its noise. I was feeling stifled, so much input of the lives of others while I felt in no way comfortable to share my own. I grew weary of being coded, cryptic, trying to satisfy my desire for self-expression...
What's in a name?
Ah yes. Tumblr, I find myself on thee. But how? And perhaps more importantly, why? What string of thoughts, decisions, and actions have led to this moment in which I find myself? Do you ever play that game, where you freeze yourself in a moment, and try to retrace your steps and find that you just keep going further and further back? Actions and reactions. It’s endless, really, though I...
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If words are written on the internet, and nobody is around to read the, are they really there?
