Two weeks ago I got an answer to a question I’ve been asking for three years. Three years isn’t even my longest stint. I have questions I’ve been asking for 20 years or more.
These years don’t involve me posing the question to a lot of people and getting their input. It’s mostly me trying to formulate the words of the question itself. Through action, through contemplation, through observation.
We’re looking for our answers backwards: When the question can be formed, the answer is available.
I woke up this morning, an American living in Canada, and immediately checked my phone. The first thing I saw was a text from a friend sharing a link to election results. She’s the most anti-politics person I know, so I knew if she was sending me something about the...
How to be lonely in a world of 8 billion people. Don’t text back. Don’t text first. Wonder why no one ever calls. Never call anyone. Be too busy with work. Have a roster. Hold out for perfect. Be open for everyone who comes along. Fuck them on the first date and...
We are at war with love. War…with love. At a glance, this seems like a contradiction. The concept of battle does not match the dreamy gaze of the poets. But. The horror stories are adding up. The level of deceit, lies, and heartbreak that exists in the dating world...
The Bhagavad Gita 2:40