The Erosion of Time

Do you remember photo albums? Do you remember the true photo albums, and not the 10101010 holding spot associated with your “library” on your computer? Do you recall the plasticine pages that stuck to each other, smelling of a weird amalgamate of chemicals, needing to be surgically peeled from one another to advance the memories? […]

Pulling Down the Night

I sensed that you needed a gesture, a sign, an effort.  You needed a motion, a massive, magnanimous movement, that all the little ones couldn’t provide.  You needed a sweeping, soaring, sizable display, to make your heart swoon. It had to be considerate, calculable, and colossal in scope.  So I struggled, and strived, and stretched myself […]