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Memories That Bind
There are times (most often in the quiet of the evening) that the pang of longing for Japan hits hard — really, ridiculously, heart-achingly hard — during which I usually end up scrambling to find…
“Grasp the universe as it really is”
The Burden of Proof “Prove to me that your ‘god’ exists.” “Prove to me that he doesn’t!” “The burden of proof is on you for purporting something that is definitively improbable and, even after thousands…
Let the music play forever
Where the music goes, I follow. If there ever comes a day that music is no more, Then I shall write songs for others to share Until I, too, am gone from this world. ♥…
Temporal Vectors
Remember the past. Live in the present. Dream of the future. Only when you realize where you’ve come from, where you are now, and where you want to be can you figure out if you’re…
Quiet Does Not Always Mean Calm
To rant, or not to rant? For I have many questions. But is it better to remain silent and appear sound of mind While keeping the illusion of peace and amity Or to thrash like…
Rage, Reflected
This monstrous beast in me is a child of the savage world I see.
On learning a new language
Today, I revisited the Pimsleur Japanese audio lessons. Listening once again to conversational Japanese, I feel like my brain’s being mercilessly reorganized, with all my present knowledge either consolidated or made obsolete. It’s a startling…
Aimless Drifter
jellyfish-man going through life with ease but your eyes betray your sorrow your fame and fortune are borrowed you’re an insignificant spec wafting in the breeze jellyfish-man pushing all thoughts through a sifter pains and…
Every dark cloud has a neon splat
melancholic puddle meets bubblegum rain boots tiny hands stir and splash in the mud candy drops pitter-patter on the sidewalk run up and pat me gently on the cheek rainbow handprints splattered on gray laughter…