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Silas and Chet
“He’s mean like nails,” I said, “but wise as the open sky.” I went further. “Last time I saw him, we were doing 105 in a dodge pickup with no windshield on it.” “Huh. What’s his name?” asked Silas. “Prince. … Continue reading
in the end, untitled (no one to title)
The reader, after finishing preparations for supper, surveys the kitchen before sitting down in a rocking chair beside the hearth. The light hangs heavy and dim. Greasy pans, onion skins, and a yellow cloth rag litter the chopping block. It … Continue reading
I’ve always wanted to play the bassoon
Happiness and meaning. Sometimes they run concurrently like tributaries flowing to the same river. Other times it’s a decision: choose one from the vending machine of your unscheduled afternoon. We bend the arc of our lives towards potential significance. … Continue reading
Beer. French fries. Television. Chocolate. Wine. Smoking. Pills. Masturbation. You are coping. It’s fine. I cope, too. I have an imaginary friend named jacob who lives behind my eyes. I talk to him when I am lonely, when I am … Continue reading
I’m working on …
I’m working on finding a new story for my life, a story that gives me hope but doesn’t require the happy ending of recovery. This is a struggle in America, a culture that celebrates and practically requires individual achievement, a … Continue reading
scarce
A voice rings out from the top of the hill. One voice. Your voice is essential, unquantifiable, vital, real. To forget this idea is to misplace your necessity, to forget yourself in shame. You, the unimportant one, what are you … Continue reading
Foucault is, then, right: psychiatric practice makes essential use of moral (and other evaluative) judgments. Why is this dangerous? Because, first of all, psychiatrists as such have no special knowledge about how people should live. They can, from their clinical … Continue reading
the nutria (or, compassionate speech)
Sometimes when we say things aloud, we say things we didn’t even know that we knew. This is called compassionate speech. Sometimes we know something so deeply to be true, even when we tell ourselves it’s not, over and over … Continue reading
duality
Time is like light, a particle and a wave. We know ourselves in infinite singularity: undeniably permanent, boundlessly present. We occupy a point on the plane of forever. And, we live inside a larger constant motion, the undulations of indefatigable … Continue reading
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