Ashes
The smell is the first thing that gets to you. I still remember walking towards this place two months ago. The smell got me then, too. There's something unique about the smell of
in memoriam
Beauty? In Tragedy?
(Content warning: suicide) I showed this picture to my wife, and her first words were "wow, I would frame this… except that it doesn't feel right framing someone's tragedy…" And even though there
Opportunity and Cost: An Anniversary
I am still me. It feels weird to say that. Or rather, it feels weird to have doubted that. But I guess that's what this past year has been: doubts about assumptions that
Life, Death, and Lack of Experience: Another struggle of the inadvertent historian
A few years ago, I wrote "Life, Death, and Lack of Closure," about a seemingly-inevitable trap of living life after becoming an inadvertent historian: that because inaction — the decision to not document something
Orange Haze
A gentle giant rumbled in the sky In older times, when weather was a friend With eyes shut tight, I'd feel the wind drift by But patterns, large and small, began to bend