Wednesday, May 23, 2018

We Leave A Stain

Philip Roth
Rest In Peace

Fare thee well to my favorite author... I never met Philip Roth, but I still feel like I lost a friend last night. As with his writing, his death has hit me hard, though I am thankful that I can revisit him time and time again through his words. He is now truly immortal.

Sunday, May 6, 2018

In A Trance

The comedown soundtrack for when all you desire is to stare at the ceiling and contemplate all the bad decisions you've made in life.

Thursday, May 3, 2018

Betrayal And Redemption

Last night I dreamt that a few old friends told me it had been decided by a collective that I was to be killed (sacrificed?) for some unspoken transgression. I accepted my fate, though after being stabbed multiple times in the stomach, and sitting with two of my friends on a long bench in some unrecognizable dystopian setting, I realized I wasn’t ready to die. I expressed this to them and they seemed relieved, as if I passed a test. They rushed me to a hospital, which was set up like a maze. Suddenly I was wandering around alone, clutching my gut, and when I finally found a doctor, she calmly told me I needed an organ transplant. She then walked me to a zip-line, the type you’d see set-up for tourists in a forest or jungle, that was to take me to the operating room...