If we have reached the end of exploration, What then remains? In the absence of yearning for external wonder, do we seek to satisfy our lust for exploration, through exploitation? Is marketing to the soul our next frontier? Is our self sacrifice the next currency? Is your elevated pulse or recorded grin the next sales […]

For what would your trade the next years hours? For what have you traded the sum of your years? What is the meaning of your days? How much more will you pay, until you stop giving it away?    

White, black, graying flakes lie at the center of the enclosure made up of stone. Half consumed branches jut from the ash. The ring surrounding the remnants of wood, is circular, and constructed of nearby chunks of granite. The granite ring is flecked with black, scorched by a once vibrant flame. An unexpected breeze sends […]

The heavy items never gratifying souls   Humbly yours, J

Pain, emotional as well as physical, is very real. But it is not supposed to be permanent. Pain is intended to be a response only, as a trigger to prevent or avoid permanent damage and harm. Some trauma can cause pain that is so intense, that pain is excruciating and lasts much longer than what […]

Things, quite simply, are going to happen. They will happen without our knowledge. They will occur beyond our scope or perception. Things, events, and circumstances, will continuously occur. Of the trillions upon trillions of these events that happen, every day, to billions of human beings, some will affect us. What we have in our power, […]

We obsess over the cloth that goes over the skin, on the body, we live in. If only we spent more time on our hearts, muscles, and minds. Maybe we could win, in the skin we are given. Instead of wrapping in twine our languor, shame, and decline. Humbly yours j  

There are nightmares. We all try to ignore them, think them dreams, fantasies or constructs in our heads. But they are not abstract, and dwell not in our minds. They are not imaginary, or fantastic finds. They greet us with our morning coffee, and ride with us to work or school. They wrap up with […]

There’s nothing wrong with me, there’s just a vessel of dissent. I’m just breathing mediocrity, viewing disappointment, succumbing to lethargy, subsisting on intent, drinking in melancholy, bathing in regret. Humbly yours, j