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Expulsion
I am a firm believer in the fact that the world has never been better than it is now, yet I’m jealous of older ages for a few large reasons. Mainly the fact that every book, movie and album I’ve ever loved is digital, immaterial, and easily lost. I’ll never have a shelf to pull Continue reading
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Ultimates
Let’s say you’re in a golf cart with a drunk Floridian man with slightly grayed hair, brown leather skin, and he’s excitedly telling you about the young women who’ve regretted waking up with him. His driving doesn’t seem to be affected by the drink. He presumably does all of his driving while drinking, probably only Continue reading
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Notes for a Friend going to Europe
Have a journal and let it be more than another weight in your backpack. Write every day so that those days may stay alive on the pages where you left them, waiting to be lived again. I’m not saying you won’t remember it if you don’t, you are doing something memorable, but you can’t share Continue reading
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Lost in Lille part I
I arrive at the train station in Lille, sober after the contemplations of aging perspective. I finish my orangina, scarf down my pain de chocolate and come to a sudden realization; I have absolutely no clue how to get to the Hostel Gastama. I step out into the drizzling rain, thankful my friend Anthony had Continue reading
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Ride Around
I spent 3 short days in Chicago, drinking and going to restaurants, listening to what David and Dylan said about the restaurant business. Things like the different computer programs they use, they likened the most popular software to Monsanto, a comparison I never could have imagined but I liked the comparison as I thought it Continue reading
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Intermittent interims
The daydream planning of a possible trip is in many ways more fun than any trip’s reality. It is an exercise in possibility, the way you hope travel can be, but daydreams are infinite and our actions are, sadly and presently, singular. I like to scour websites like workaway and think about what might happen Continue reading
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Observations on a Train
We will have to jump to this point in the story of my life, and I hope it can be a prelude to a coming piece. I had spent too much time in Paris. I arrived, met a friend and another, left quickly to celebrate Queen’s Day in Amsterdam, then returned to bid my friends Continue reading
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Loved and Lost (fiction)
I coughed. It’s hard to think when coughing. The only thing worse than the coughing fits was when the fat nurse would come in and close my blinds, then I couldn’t not think. It’s better to look out the window at the traffic and see cars reflecting the overcast sky as they’re stuck in traffic. Continue reading
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Movements part I
I saw Astrid swat a fly dead then fail to find it after sweeping it away, continually looking, confused at the disappearance. Her sureness of having killed it faded as a new fly appeared. From my vantage point, I knew it was merely a new fly, flies being a plentiful pest. She regarded it as Continue reading
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Choosing through musings
I left for the airport, intentionally leaving my umbrella behind, and it began to rain. I’ve great respect for whoever said “when it rains, it pours”. Nail on the head, nail on the head. My cabbie is running out of gas. I’m struggling to poeticize this now, but that’s life. I’m still smiling, and the Continue reading
About Me
Tethered to Cincinnati but interested in the world.
Maxwell's Lost Again 