My major area of study in college was English literature and my minor was History. They call these areas “Humanities” because both are the study of humanity. Both study the way humanity describes itself. In Literature, at the school I have attended, they have mostly forgotten this, and think that Literature is about someone else; the Others who need to Read More

We do not know how to mourn. We give tears up resentfully and refuse to say goodbye. But it is the dead who cannot cry, and can never later say goodbye.

I was told to walk to the edge of the road, where the stripe was painted. I knew if I did they would shoot me, but I also knew that if I refused to obey they would shoot me. My time had come. I felt a powerful certainty. I walked without looking back. They shot me in the head and Read More

You know what I could really use right now? A nice incisive piece of writing by me. The occasional gasps that escape from me onto this blog suggest that I am being completely consumed by my work. I wish this was true and also a good thing. I would like to “work” at something that is worth doing whole-heartedly. Actually, Read More