22 1 / 2013
At any given moment, you do not exist. Your body exists, temporary though it may be. Still, you are not your body. You are merely an electrochemical process of your body. The continuity of your separate self is manufactured every few milliseconds by a hunk of warm grey meat between your ears. In the time it takes you to read this sentence, your brain has created you a thousand times, and it has left behind a thousand ghosts of you.
13 1 / 2013
"In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions: When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?"
02 1 / 2013
19 12 / 2012
"I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility."
01 12 / 2012
26 11 / 2012
“The painful things seemed like the knots on a beautiful necklace, necessary for keeping the beads in place … I felt no regret.”
- The Red Tent
18 11 / 2012
"Suspenders, cane, monocle, top hat, fancy"
14 11 / 2012
Just a mess of awkwardness. A good mess though.
13 11 / 2012