Prose

Being Wrong

The nature of future predictions is to end up eating your words with some regularity. I’ve grown somewhat used to the taste of my own, though find it no more palatable now than I ever have. I believe this to be because I try still to avoid it. I want to imagine myself brilliant, a …

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Sky’s Why

Instead of writing poetic and insightful to lead tidily to my point, let me just get right to that point (pah, who are we kidding): The point of all of it, everything we do, all our progress and our suffering and every part of the complete human experience is with the overall unified aim of …

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Father’s Day 2019

I don’t remember a single father’s day celebrated or acknowledged while dear old daddy was alive. We never did those kind of sentimental, silly things then–we don’t now. These hallmark holidays just have a special kind of ring to them these days, an extra hollow-ness in the bells that we only hear in the rings …

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