Mickey Mouse Bullshit

Whenever someone writes about endurance, my chest begins to tighten up like I could throw up the delicious ice-cream cone that I’ve just consumed. I admire those who can take a lot without ever defending themselves. They take it, they swallow it, and that’s the trouble gone.  Take the blame, whatever. For some reason, they Read More …

Filter

Beneath the scar, the truth is buried, so they think. But whether or not memories are the truth, I no longer know. Every day you filter something, no matter if a feeling, a thought or even an event. We tell stories the way we remember it, and this makes us liars—technically. Some people don’t like photographs Read More …

To Autumn

To Autumn I walked up Telegraph Hill earlier. I’ve never seen that hill during the day, and it looked pretty. A tall tree waved me over – just like that. So I moved closer, leaned against it, and we started talking. I’ve never seen him before, but he said he saw me running every other morning Read More …