I think about death sometimes. I think about being not dead and what that means. I think about all the time I spent, passively and actively trying to get dead. I think about death less than I used to but perhaps more than many other people. At least I suspect I do. When you dance on the line between life and not-life, when you flirt … Continue reading Thinking about death: thoughts on life.
It’s flip-flop season again. Once winter ends, I pull all my flip-flops to the front of the closet. It’s rare for anything without a toe strap to adorn my feet from now until the frost returns. Even then I give it a few days. I make sure the cold weather is sticking around before I pack things up. In the interim, my sock drawer gathers … Continue reading Can you footwear make you happy?
I’ve been losing at cards. Consistently. I’ve been losing at Yahtzee too. And Scrabble, which never happens. I even came close to defeat in Scattergories. For me, that’s losing at the apocalyptic-level. It’s even happening with my apps. Talk about distressing. Apps are supposed to let you win every so often; it’s how they keep you playing and watching the ads. Seriously. Don’t play for … Continue reading I’ve been losing lately and I don’t like it.
I don’t experience the absence of hope as despair. At least not right away. I’ve experienced the absence of hope before. It dribbles away, piece by piece as depression moves into ascendancy. Hope vanishes as you sink, inversely proportionate to how much you need it. You aren’t despairing yet, however. Before despair moves in, there’s emptiness. In ways, I prefer despair. At least it’s something. … Continue reading The absence of hope is not yet despair.
From Famine to Feast 