I am traveling 70 miles per hour on a 390 pound mass with two wheels gyrating beneath me. It’s 45 degrees with 15 mile per hour wind gusts. My legs are freezing, my arms are freezing, and cars are flying by in the passing lane. I should have slept more last night, I should have drank less, and I really should have worn long johns today. I’m five miles from my destination; I can hardly wait for...
He remained annoyed with himself until he realized that not knowing what he...– Milan Kundera’s, “The Unbearable Lightness of Being”
When it’s November, I’ll think of July, Where the sunshine will fly...– Frank Sinatra
Destruction and Life
The last few months I’ve spent a great deal of time, as many do, contemplating the purpose of life. Yes, this is a very general topic, and yes the subject has been all but exhausted. It is important though to step back and ponder. While hiking recently I arrived at a discussion with my companion about destruction. The purpose of life is certainly very mysterious, as is destruction. What is...
Broken Boards and Broken Skin
Blood trickles down from my knee. There’s been too much anarchy for this night we see. My face ten feet from the air to the earth. This ship on land, we explore the birth. Alcohol, trespassing, lies, and deceit. The fire extinguishes all the oxygen I breath. My brain tries to extinguish this toxin within me. In the end all we can do is flee. In the end we stand over a raging sea. Broken boards....