Tuesday, October 14, 2014
I can’t remember if there was anyone else in New York that day…

I can’t remember if there was anyone else in New York that day…

Tuesday, September 30, 2014


A weird feeling. It’s liberating yet entrapping. It makes me smile, but it makes me cry. It makes my heart melt and break at the same time. When you stand at the counter with the last three dollars to your name, reading them like a poker deal, waiting patiently for the clerk to tell you to give it away. You count change and spare that last whole dollar. A trick you might have learned from me. Nobody knows that you are down to your last dollar, and nobody would probably guess it. Only you and I know that. But you smile at it and carefully tuck it into your purse. All dollar bills have exactly the same value: this is true. But this one is beautiful and is not taken for granted. At least this time. You or I probably make a joke, and we laugh. Sometimes I wonder why you are in high spirits… maybe it’s an embarrassed laugh. Maybe it’s the fact that money is stupid and the joke is about how comically insignificant one dollar is. Sometimes I like to think that maybe you know that I will take care of you, and it’s a relief to an automatic worry. I don’t know. But you are beautiful, and not taken for granted.

Saturday, August 30, 2014
Admittedly, these are painful truths, but the most basic things are always learned with pain, since our inertia and complacent love of comfort prevent us from learning until they are forced upon us. It appears that man is willing to learn about himself only after some disaster, after war, economic crisis, and political upheaval have taught him how flimsy is that human world in which he thought himself so securely grounded. What he learns has always been there, lying concealed beneath the surface of even the best-functioning societies; it is not less true for having come out of a period of chaos and disaster. But so long as man does not have to face up to such a truth, he will not do so. Irrational Man: A Study in Existential Philosophy
by William Barrett
Thursday, August 28, 2014

What the fuck… Seriously awesome lyrics to a country song just poured out of me… Oh god…

Sunday, August 24, 2014

It’s easier to be lost together than to like each other but live in two different worlds.

Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
To disgrace, distract, and bother me
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face
And the dust of rumors covers me
But if the arrow is straight
And the point is slick
It can pierce through dust no matter how thick
So I’ll make my stand
And remain as I am
And bid farewell and not give a damn
I need to be more like the last stanza of Bob Dylan’s Restless Farewell
Friday, August 15, 2014
Tuesday, August 12, 2014

So I work at a hospital, and today I went to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. Starving, I got my wrap and checked out. There was a guy in front of me just walking around aimlessly. He didn’t seem to know where he was going and I couldn’t get around him. I started to get frustrated because he was in my way. I didn’t say anything or let on but quickly forgot about it when he turned around and we started small talking.

Turns out he was walking around aimlessly because he was passing time while his daughter was getting prepped for a few days of cancer surgery. I got the chance to wish him and her the best of luck.

You just never know what could be going through someone’s head or what could be happening to them. It’s hard to exist outside of our immediate worries. Perspective on life can really affect the type of person you are. I was very happy with myself that I could let that immediate frustration go and allow someone to teach me something today.

Monday, August 11, 2014

A daily dose doesn’t seem too bad, until you get used to it and it’s gone.

Monday, August 4, 2014