An Unofficial, Not Really, Sort Of, Okay Maybe Not At All Personal Statement of a 30-year-old Grad Student To Be

Why is it in the most random moments, say during the morning hours of an inconsequential weekday, that the weight of your world comes crashing down upon your shoulders? Worries about everything consume you, almost to the point where you can’t

love in fog city

Such a solitary thing that we take for granted, The light that reflects in a person’s eyes when they stand on a balcony facing the sun, sand and say, “I love you.” The thousands of footsteps that follow trudging through

we go into the night as strangers

Sometimes the urge to run takes over me. It’s random, surprising, yet ultimately calming. I’m in the back seat of a moving car, looking at the ash of my cigarette burning down to a pencil point, grey and black flakes

way back

I went for a walk in downtown Providence last Sunday and snapped this photo. Every time I look at it I feel like painting or making something. Unfortunately, I haven’t had any time to do so. I’m looking forward to

why do you feel numb?

Adrienne Rich died today…  I took this photograph on December 3, 2011 because I wanted to remember what I felt like at that moment. I haven’t revisited it and only took a second look at it today. But I don’t

this song made my night

[Audio clip: view full post to listen] I miss singing with my best friend. I miss my best friend. That’s all for tonight.

like everybody, cause everybody lives again

People are incredibly complex. The body itself is this remarkably intricate mechanism –  breathing, blood pumping, touch… all of it requires muscles and nerves communicating, listening to each other, to work in unison so we can see, hear, and feel.