Two dreamers… And we’re not the only ones… I miss you, dreamer.
…is this why I sleep so well every night? One can wish, can’t I?
We pine for that which we do not posses. In the pining there smolders crimson embers, beyond the quenching waters of imperfect fulfillment. Burning deep within, protected and nurtured by the sparks of connection, the combustion of common thought, the conflagration of shared experience, recline our untested hopes—our sanguine appraisals. Such are the fantastic dreams of men that tumble them… Read more »
01. Sometimes I think about the as-of-yet unreleased album recorded by Michael Jackson that I hope is hiding somewhere until an appropriately hyped posthumous release date. I hope that it’s a great album. It’s a shame that such a talent is gone so soon. 02. It’s been said that art is the luxury of the wealthy. I beg to differ. … Read more »
01. How is it that I can be at once so open, so public, yet still retain a part of me that is intensely private, locked behind key? 02. How is it that we are at once so dependent upon others—that need to be connected—yet hold so dearly to our independence to the point of obsession (an obsession that has… Read more »