I have reconfigured. I have readjusted. I’ve reformed, and reconstituted. I’ve changed, converted, reverted, to a prior, livelier more vivacious version, that I tried to abandon, by pursuing the enlightenment, entitlement, enrichment, and unrealistic expectations of modern man. I’ve shaken hands with my predecessors, and reconnected to those who laid the ground upon which […]
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Open/Closed
Hold out your hand in front of you, with your palm facing the ceiling. (Yes, please, play along.) Place into the center of your palm, an object that would rest there comfortably, and provide little strain. (Examples of such items may include a coin, pebble, paperclip, bottle cap, key, playing card, letter, small roll of tape, […]
Open Heart Shadow (XVI)
Tristan walked toward the open door with an energetic swagger. He ignored the pitiful moans coming from the mangled figure behind him. He could feel a tingling rush of energy, power, and virility, surging through his body. It had been a considerable time since he had this type of sensation. He tried to recall when […]
Open Heart Assimilation (XV)
Tristan stood at the shore of an expansive lake. He searched the twilight for a shore across the water, but he found little definitive evidence, beyond a far-off treeline, to determine an end to the liquid mirror. His feet impressed upon the soft, damp, ghostly, grey and silver sand. He pinched small chunks between his […]
Open Heart Interlude (X)
When he opened his eyes, Tristan was taking in a simple, rustic, hotel room. The sheets upon the bed were rumpled, and the pillows were smashed, and folded in upon themselves. The minimalist accommodations were quiet, and still. Tristan’s shook his head back and forth languidly, shrugged his shoulders up and down, and then twisted […]
Inconjecture
Hey, how are you doing? Tell me, how do you feel? Is anything bothering you? Do you think that you’ll deal? It’s quite alright, It’s just ok, I haven’t been living much of a life, anyway. Hey friend what’s wrong? Don’t you know what going on? You seem to be looking down? No […]
Open Heart Insight (IV)
“Ready?” “I think so.” “It’s not really a question that you can respond to unsurely. Either you are, or you aren’t?” “Ready.” “Go ahead then. Let us in.” Tristan stood in front of the door, arm stretched forward, with the key in his hand. Some wildly debilitating magic froze him in this spot. He breathed […]
Diamonds and Plastic
To some, the ideas of honesty, integrity, and decency, are as precious of diamonds. These intensely valuables gems are formed deep within the earth with immense degrees of patience, pressure, and time. They are incredibly durable, being of the most resilient of all substances. These diamonds are useful, their immutability useful in all manner of […]
Prestidigitation
What is fear without a rush? What of confidence without doubt? What is ecstasy without melancholy? What of silence without song? It’s the great emotional sleight of hand, the divulging of one and sublimation of the other. It’s the perfect sentimental illusion. Proffering grandness while shrinking another. What is anger without meekness? What of love without […]
The great sadness of old socks
Over time I have amassed a considerable collection of single socks. I would do a load of laundry, and find that there were a few socks that were lacking their mate. These halves of a pair I would throw into a drawer, intending that when another load of laundry was complete, I would match them with their […]