All the stories in the Earth’s mind are connected. ~Joy Harjo We tend to view stories as spools of thread with a disconnected beginning, a winding path to an end closing the tale. Neat. Clean. In a similar way, the current political view is of the US as a monolith able to exist outside all […]
If you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them. ~Jodi Picoult I feel a need to isolate myself in a black hole where nothing can penetrate because the fear of […]
Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. ~Lewis Carroll I live in a fantasy world of my own making. Everything I absorb is filtered through the warped David lens. I cannot objectively observe reality. I am aware of my proclivity so understand what I think I believe may be impossible things.
Around me was not the absence of sound, but the sound of absence. ~Carmen Maria Machado I am haunted by the sound of absence, by the vacuum created when a loved one chooses to exit stage left, drop the curtain never to return. The final act renting a hole in my soul requiring years to […]
“Why are you sad?” “Because you speak to me in words and I look to you with feelings.” ~Leo Tolstoy For the longest time, I looked down with disdain at emotion, tried to ignore the fact of feeling in human beings, erase the constituent component that is needed for humans to be fully human. My […]
I pretended not to hear him, although mentally I wished him a monkey fucking. ~Roberto Bolaño One of the coping mechanisms I learned from my father was extreme avoidance. “Ignore it and it will go away.” “Pretend it did not happen.” “Never talk about it.” Conflict is avoided in the short term but the underlying […]
I don’t trust people who say they have a lot of friends. It’s a sure sign they don’t really know anyone. ~Carlos Ruiz Zafón My life is filled with acquaintances, many people I know primarily at a surface level. I see the skin of their lives, sometimes their blood when a wound opens them and […]