I got a guitar for the first time in maybe ten years this week. I named it Keres, the greek word for “choice” but also the mythological “fates of death”. It seemed appropriate for my current morbid state. The beauty is that I have been able to fall into that morbidity and see the absolutely gorgeous universe that will grow from it. My bitterness, my rage, and my sadness are...
six years, four months, fifteen days...
I am in a dark place tonight. Well, to be fair, for the past few nights. I have been in a relationship with a woman for the title amount of time, and though it has been rocky at times, we always manage to fight past the demons, etc. Sunday night, I received an anonymous email, subjected “READ THIS NOW”. Always a fan of potential mystery, intrigue, and spam, I did. There was nothing in...
What Inspires Me
There are a million (okay, thousands) of sites out there that link to “inspiring” this-or-that, all of which have one thing in common: they are inspiring communally. Initially, these sites inspired one person, they got the idea to post the link in a collection or as a single example of inspiration, and the sites got a few hundred hits as a result. This is, for lack of a better word,...