Writing

Snapshots And Memories And Days Of My Youth

  • April 4, 2018
Snapshots And Memories And Days Of My Youth

When I was a child, my friends and I would ride our bicycles to the end of town and they would wait and gaze at an old mansion where the sidewalk ends. The old mansion, with its old architectural facets, almost as if it came from a time warp of a much earlier time. At the time, none of us knew who lived at the house, though there were rumored to have been an elderly couple living there.

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Desideratum

  • March 1, 2018
Desideratum

When I think of the places I used to know, the locations where keyframe events in my life took place, I feel desideratum. Almost as if there is a feeling of loss, or grief for something lost, as if in that moment I was part of something I cannot see. Forever lost, though completely intangible and metaphysical at best. The heartbreaking reality is the knowledge that most of these places I might never see again. These places helped raise me, and will forever be an integral facet of my past, complete with memories and still frames in my mind of an earlier time in life when I was still young and naive.

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Inconceivable

  • November 7, 2017
Inconceivable

When I was a child my father took me to see something incredible. Something so amazing, inconceivable, and beyond any reasonable amount of comprehension for me to truly comprehend as an eight-year-old child. Clearly, I remember my father taking me to see something he had been working on. Something so amazing that I simply had to see it. I couldn't be sure what it was, and of course, at the time, he wouldn't tell me.

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The Way Things Used To Be

  • September 13, 2017
The Way Things Used To Be

It was all just a dream. It all started with a recurring dream that I had again. A nightmare of sorts, in which I was forced to return to boarding school, though this time I was old enough to leave. I kept repeating the same phrase over and over again.

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Schism

  • July 3, 2017
Schism

One of my high school English teachers would often tell me that I had absolutely no talent for writing whatsoever, and even went so far as to send letters to my parents complaining about how I was simply occupying a much-coveted seat in advanced English class, of which I did not deserve. I remember being steadfast, determined to hold this often coveted seat. Once my school work was done, I spent hours writing things in books filled with handwritten pages. The stories I often tell are of my adventures, mishaps, triumphs, and failures. The handwritten tales of unrequited love, and of sorrows...

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Sometimes, I Don’t Know

  • May 21, 2017
Sometimes, I Don’t Know

Recently someone asked me if I had always taken pictures and written notes throughout my life, or if this was simply started in adulthood.

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Time To Disappear, Again

  • April 17, 2017
Time To Disappear, Again

The following is an excerpt from my writing notebook, dated April 3, 2017.

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Always On The Outside Looking In

  • February 25, 2017
Always On The Outside Looking In

For as long as I can remember, I was always on the outside, looking in, as if I'm an observer. Seeing life through a pane of glass, often wondering how things worked, and seeking to reveal the reasons why things are the way they are, and the way things have to be. Often I get the feeling as if I'm a stranger, or at best a friend that nobody sees.

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Unexpected Denouement

  • February 11, 2017
Unexpected Denouement

I was originally planning on updating my About Page, but thought wisely and published this in the form of an aside. It might be considered to some to be an unexpected denouement, or a sudden and unplanned change in what is often referred to as regular programming. This is me. This is what I do.

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Unsent Letter To Gerry

  • January 30, 2017
Unsent Letter To Gerry

Dear Gerry, It has been several years since we last spoke, yet I often think of you and wonder if you ever think of me. Your name comes up every now and again, both in conversation and in my own thoughts. I should probably have known since the time we met in college back in 1998 that I would one day become a writer. As you are aware, every single facet of my life, regardless of how insignificant it is, is constantly commandeered in my thoughts, and subject to constant examination and scrutiny, it always has been and likely always will be; the typical mentation of a writer. You...

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Always A Reason

  • December 18, 2016
Always A Reason

2016 was a fantastic year for me as I undoubtedly garnered the respect and admiration of many people through my writing and photography, making a series of deep connections and built up my audience to new unprecedented levels the likes of which came as a surprise, even to me. Despite this success, it seems that as as long as I've been alive, there always seem to be many reasons to not feel good enough, to feel left out, or to interpret ones success as insignificant when compared to that of another.

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You Expect An Easy Answer

  • November 20, 2016
You Expect An Easy Answer

It has truly been so long since I had seen something truly amazing. This morning I saw something incredible. I witnessed the annual migration of hundreds of birds, all flying low in a v-shape patterns. So many that the sky was filled with birds flying overhead, a duration which lasted in excess of five minutes. The most mesmerizing and beautiful things in life are always free and come from mother nature, yet we often covet that which is materialistic, mass-produced and unnecessarily costly. In modern society we are conditioned towards capitalist ideals, forever ignoring the simple...

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I Remember Everything

  • November 1, 2016
I Remember Everything

Somehow I was given the gift to remember moments in my life, the memories forever instilled in my mind as if they were yesterday. Many moments I will forever cherish, others I often regret. But one thing remains certain; I remember everything.

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Star Gazing

  • October 3, 2016
Star Gazing

When I was a child I was fascinated by the stars. As a child I would often lay in the grass behind my parents house and gaze at the constellations, trying to comprehend just how the universe was created. My parents, from a very young age, always encouraged me to decide what it was I wanted to do with my life, so at age 10, I decided that one day I would be an astronomer so that I might some day make a career out of gazing at the night sky. I remember my parents, my father especially being proud that one day they would be able to tell people that they had raised an astronomer. That Christmas...

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Maybe

  • September 19, 2016
Maybe

When I was a child, I thought that when I grew up, that all my picture-perfect maps and plans of the future would come true. As of yet, very few of those plans I was certain and convinced would come true actually did. But what if things turned out differently? Maybe I would have been famous. Maybe I would have been successful. Maybe I would have chased dreams similar to those around me.

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