We understand how a baker interacts with the world. He feels the weight of the humidity from an overnight thunderstorm. He smells the warmth of the crust as it cracks open. He engages in conversation with people as different as the bread, yet as important as the geopolitics of the
An explosion heard in the distance but felt in the ground, which we had been walking on before the sun crept over its peak, sparked a joy long forgotten. Geology describes the layers of the earth, of the dirt, of the rock, of the compression, of the heat, of the
Václav Havel states that the system has become so ossified politically that there is practically no way for such nonconformity to be implemented within its official structures. I held down the top-right button on my watch. Waiting for the GPS signal to connect. 15° 19' 44.8"
I sat along the shore of a small lake nestled within the mountains of an arid desert, hours, if not days from the nearest dirt road. The stars above, seen as they were meant to be, before they were drowned out by our own light. The wind howled. Echoes from
Clear skies illuminate each note in my headphones of John Coltrane’s Psalm, A Love Supreme. Devoid of any misplacement, pure sound. I gaze towards the sun before I enter my home removing the engineered perfection from my ears. I thumb through my vinyl, finding the album. Let the record
Minutes pass for hours as I await the years to come. Await the war-torn desert below. Await the fertile land that bore no fruit. Await as the military aircraft banks a hard right in descent. A disquiet builds within as I sit, strapped into the red net seating, air
Blue waters dark as fallen angels, cold as the bones of the unburied dead, and vast as the depths of the soul stared at me with answers to questions I did not know how to ask. Fear of swimming into that unknown ocean paralyzed me, drowning the gifts of grace.