The nearest analogy to the addictive power of television and the transformation of values that is wrought in the life of the heavy user is probably heroin. Heroin flattens the image; with heroin, things are neither hot nor cold, the junkie looks out at the world certain that whatever it is, it does not matter.… Read More Muting truth through TV and Pharmaceuticals
I got into bed Saturday night at 3 am, exhausted from a night of exerting the effort of facial expressions required to match the synthetic enthusiasm of drunk people. The night concluded with an Uber ride that was 1.6x the normal fare because of the increased demand, as all the drunks migrated home, some with… Read More Little Deaths, Masks, and the Existential Joke (Halloween Party)
Today I went to the nature preserve 10 minutes away from where I live to sit and journal for a few hours. Contained in the preserve is a castle overlooking the Long Island Sound (bay). There was a couple dressed in formal attire posing for photos with a professional photographer roughly 100 yards away from the bench… Read More The eloquence and absurdity of Gravestone epitaphs
I have an easier time writing late at night. All of my diversion tactics and modes of procrastination to avoid writing have been exhausted by this point in the night. Over the course of the day, all the non-essential ideas and abstract stressors have been siphoned out of my head through one medium or another. I begin the… Read More On the Shortness of Ego
The Sober Hombre 