the good life plays as an anthem while i reminisce. remembering where we were in february and thinking happily about where we’ll be in september.
i blinked and faith filled my mind. i don’t know how i got here, or when i grew so content with this “not thy will” life, but its been a long [...]
and this is where i speak when no one here is listening. when typing silently to this screen screams louder than saying anything out loud. i fill with anger and resentment, putting distance in my stride. how will i speak to you, how will i turn your head?
i collect samples of other’s speech, to listen [...]
it’s crazy how it looms. after everyone has gone and walked away. i can’t explain where it comes from, and where it goes when others come around. but it’s here when i get home more often than not lately. in the sunshine of a clear sky, in the darkness of my room, even behind the [...]
when trying to write just doesn’t make sense, but you can’t let go of the pen. you just shudder, and shiver and quiver along the paper willing the ink to make something happen. when you can only stand the songs with no words, but the silence just won’t do. you play the songs you’ve never [...]
i’m restless. the thoughts squirm and flounder in my mind and i can’t nail a single one down. your words flow in one ear and out the other, jumbled briefly in the mess of my own rambling, meandering mindlings. i can’t stop, can’t pause, can’t produce or proliferate. i’m a mess in my mind, everywhere [...]
maybe it is for the sheer evidence that i was here, or for the ever elusive confidence in my own existence. just a second quiver might do, a photo of a foot, or a touch that lingers beyond a city block. the curves of the bowls and stems help, descenders that dig into dreams. the [...]
Lissitzky is not only proficient in his writing of his age, he also sets forth a theory for the future. He builds an equation of sorts that we, having read of his time and the time between then and now, can see proven correct. He states that there is no evolution of the inventions we [...]
All things considered, I’m well adapted. I practically glide through the streets, end up at home without even thinking about routes or streets. The cold sometimes cuts, and the chatter and clatter of neighbors sometimes irks but it doesn’t phase me. Sure, I miss the quiet. The utmost serenity that comes from a much less [...]
I’ve been in a honeymoon phase… with the ampersand. It is the most gorgeous and elegant piece of typography I can fathom. It varies from typeface to typeface, with some that resemble the original Roman ligature and others that are more traditionally accepted Carolignian style. I love them in ways that are all completely justified. I [...]
it’s in something the pictures can’t capture. the way the lights streak out in a million of the tiniest little rays and become a blur of colored stars. in the way the quiet takes hold of you, so peaceful and alone yet completely aware of the chaos that comes in the morning when all of [...]