A paradox of time is that every instant of the present lasts forever, while the future repeatedly repositions, renews, transforms. It is only now, this moment, that breathes. The past has lost all animation. It […]
In France, and among those elsewhere who speak French, there is a phrase – l’esprit de l’escalier – ‘the spirit of the stairway’. It is that moment, that instant – as you start down the […]
When you want everything, you are perilously close to wanting nothing. Indifference, apathy, ennui – slow death by self-pity.
Nothing is haphazard. With every encounter, there is an impetus, a predestination. Look to the centre, to the heart, of the matter. When one awakens from a dream, it is not the details, especially, that […]
Only that which reminds you nothing else is truly memorable. One bicycle may remind you of another, but you will never forget precisely where and when you rode that unicorn.
Freedom is often the name given to the easy way out, the path or the means by which one escapes, the option opposite and opposing facing what is before you. Instead of fleeing, remain to […]
Regarding obsession, it is either that or mediocrity. Obsession is passion, devotion, adoration, worship. Mediocrity is complacency, self-satisfaction, self-righteousness, indifference. I loathe, abhor, and despise mediocrity. Hate is too strong a word for it, perhaps, […]
There used to be – what many would claim – a beggar who sat regularly on the sidewalk near the front door of a place I used to work, his back against the front of […]