psychotherapy: “…and then hoped that some day our cities would open up more and let the green and the land and the wilderness in more, to remind people that we’re allotted a little space on earth and that we survive in that wilderness that can take back what it has given, as easily as blowing its breath on us or sending the sea to tell us we are not so big. When we forget how close the wilderness is in the night, my grandpa said, some day it will come in and get us, for we will have forgotten how terrible and real it can be.” - Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

psychotherapy:

“…and then hoped that some day our cities would open up more and let the green and the land and the wilderness in more, to remind people that we’re allotted a little space on earth and that we survive in that wilderness that can take back what it has given, as easily as blowing its breath on us or sending the sea to tell us we are not so big. When we forget how close the wilderness is in the night, my grandpa said, some day it will come in and get us, for we will have forgotten how terrible and real it can be.”

- Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Home Life

Home Life

A great part of courage is the courage of having done the thing before
Ralph Waldo Emerson

STATISTICS (I’D LIKE TO SEE)

Total national dollars spent on advertising vs. the actual calculated profits thereby derived.

Articles of clothing the average American owns vs. the amount he/she typically wears.

Number of yearly U.S. homicides vs. the number committed on tv and film in the corresponding year.

People who purchase critically acclaimed books vs. those who finish reading them.

Physical risks of secondhand smoke vs. highway automobile exhaust.

Percentage of lies I tell others vs. the number of lies I tell myself.

Symbiotic Restriction

Symbiotic Restriction

Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Are They With You

Are They With You

TWENTY THREE

I like to think that I have well rehearsed brushing my teeth.

I like to think that I am intuitively correct in the midst of conflict.

I like to think that I am evaluated by passersby on the swiftness of my gait.

I like to think that I possess a ‘Rosebud’ of sorts, which a reporter will someday search for.

I like to think that I stumble upon concepts everyday which might intrigue all sides of the scientific community.

I like to think that I am a seasoned singer, with the appropriate milage and neglect for a stellar rock career.

I like to think that I am destined to play a minimal, yet well respected role in society.

I like to think that I impart more wisdom than I have actually endured.

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But what am I?

One step closer to knowing.

May 23rd, 1989.

This. Irrevocably this.

LOADED GUNS

I’m sorry for the loss you never had.

I’m sorry this was someone else’s day.

I’m sorry you had enough skills to do nothing with them.

I’m sorry that you want the opposite of what you asked for.

I’m sorry life gave you the option of stating your hurried opinion.

I’m sorry that I didn’t love you the way you thought you deserved.

I don’t pray because I don’t want to bore God
Orson Welles
Morning Doubts

Morning Doubts