Life Anew0:00/275.427166666666661× What does it mean to be whole? To feel like a complete Being, a fully formed butterfly exiting the gooey chrysalis into a world of sunlight and sound, wind and rain, armed with certitude of purpose amongst infinite possibility? What conditions, experiences, sensations, formulate this
When I sit in a space and close my eyes, allowing the world to rush in through my other blinder senses, then watching it ease out of my slowly quieting mind - that is when I feel the most calm. Lost in an undulating sea of people, the vibrating street
I love a good book recommendation, and this week my friend Rachel brought me a solid one - “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running” by Haruki Murakami is the title, and I have not yet read it but it has quickly jumped to the top of my
I recently shared the core concepts of the game I'm working on (tentatively entitled "Enlightenment") with a friend, and a little while later she responded with a series of questions and general thoughts. The core of her response was a question - what does enlightenment mean
There’s this theory that I’ve heard and I’ve felt and I like - we’ve all died, en masse, some grand and utter cataclysm ripping us from our embodied experience more than likely in a matter of mere moments. We’re all dead, and our shared consciousness
Hey Pops, Is it cool if I call you Pops now? I know it's kind of corny, but I remember you and your brothers often referring to Grandpa in this way, and I like the idea of keeping the tradition alive. You remind me so much of him,
The Vision
Life is a movie and the mind a theater. Listen, I know it's a cliche notion, but it really is true. Life is a movie. How many times have you found yourself in a moment in time, which feels like something you could have experienced through the eyes
An imagined journal entry, from ten years in the future. I really, truly, cannot believe my luck sometimes. I've spent much of the last decade slowly developing my capacity for acceptance of the abundance I experience, but on days like today it feels like I'm once
There was once a man who could only remember what he wrote... I am a brilliant and prolific writer. I write everything worth remembering, and adamantly forget the rest. Names of friends, grocery lists, administrative tasks, home improvement plans - all relegated to sticky notes littered across my modest London
The following was originally written on September 4, 2022 on an old Olympus typewriter in my apartment in the Upper East Side of Manhattan. I would like to revive it here, for the moment I inhabit now. Additions are in brackets. I want to focus on redefining the use of
The Vision
I once had a dream that felt so real, so out of my own conscious control yet so utterly vivid, that upon waking I was convinced that it was spurred on by some show or story I had taken in at some point in my life. I quickly recorded as
The Vision
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