Pretend for a moment the money didn’t matter – that I began building all of this for the simple pleasure of it. The novelty of entrepreneurship. And let’s make believe the bills stopped rolling in – nobody needed to get paid,…
Pretend for a moment the money didn’t matter – that I began building all of this for the simple pleasure of it. The novelty of entrepreneurship. And let’s make believe the bills stopped rolling in – nobody needed to get paid,…
Substance grows more important than substance. And dawn brings gravity to pull crimson drops from cavities to spread like infection across white fibers. Like the first sign of a modern tuberculosis. It becomes apparent that you’re the parent of these sick cells.…
I can pretend with the best that I’m still impressed with everything I’ve accomplished. But it’s never enough. Never enough to simply pretend, and never enough work done. When the trophy shelf is reaching maximum capacity, I only want a…
These cubes are empty. We fill them for a period. Transition in and out of them. Pack and unpack ourselves. Or at least the self we’d like to portray in this place. I am a fan of sports. Or music.…
We board planes that point westward and pay sums of gold to do business with others, and trade gold with them. But we can’t trade the soul of it. The spirit of one-upsmanship. That desire to best someone else. We…
Sometimes I look at my hands. I wonder, with all their marks and memories, can they help me keep a handle? There are dry spots from hand-washing that seems compulsive. Callouses at the base of my fingers. A scar here…
I have dreams. My current subscription is to the notion that dreams are just bits of data being reorganized. Shuffled about to the corners of your mind. These are the thoughts you’ve had in the last day or two. The…
A snapshot. Captured. Polaroids of the paranoid. Red eye removal is as futile as hiding the habit. This is how the kids chose to live their lives. Like the dead. Every folded bill worth its weight in gold. Every surface…
I’m smiling and grinding teeth. I’m speaking in my sleep to a captive audience. Do you hear the words I’m stuttering and slurring? I may exist in constant reverie, but these aren’t just fanciful artifacts from a past where I…
