Marianne Moore has been on my mind a lot lately, probably because I’m still trying to process what it means to be a writer after college. Her poetry is a constant companion – I’ve read her work off and on…
I noticed the gnome at eight-fifteen in the morning, although in fairness I had no reason to be looking at it. Mrs Jenkins keeps several garden gnomes among the flowers outside her apartment near the shared courtyard, and over time…
I’ve been thinking a lot about Norbert Wiener lately, and I’m not entirely sure why he’s stuck with me. Maybe it’s because his life was like a perpetual collision of worlds – mathematics, philosophy, politics, and science all swirling together…
On a typical morning commute, people rush to catch their trains or buses, eyes fixed on their phones as they scroll through emails, social media, or news feeds. The scene is one of frenetic energy, with individuals packed tightly into…
I had been watching Mr Whiskers for eleven minutes when I realized that, from his perspective, I was probably the suspicious one. He was sitting on the far end of the couch grooming the same patch of fur behind his…
I’ve always been drawn to H.D.’s writing, but it’s not just her words that captivate me – it’s the mystery surrounding her life. As I delve into her poetry and essays, I find myself entangled in a web of contradictions:…
After the coffee creamer situation, I had made a decision. I was going to stop investigating things. This was not an admission that there had been nothing to investigate. I want that distinction clearly understood. The coffee creamer had been…
James Agee’s words have been stuck with me since I first stumbled upon his essays as an undergraduate. There was something about the way he wrote that felt both deeply personal and utterly detached – a tension that drew me…
Yesterday morning started with an empty coffee creamer container and Mr Whiskers yelling at me from the kitchen, which, in retrospect, should have been enough warning that the day was going somewhere unpleasant. I was standing in front of the…
I’ve always been fascinated by Edmund Husserl, a philosopher who’s both familiar and foreign to me. I mean, who wouldn’t be captivated by the idea of phenomenology – this radical approach to understanding human experience that seeks to strip away…
I was watching Pandora make breakfast when I noticed that she had left the cap off the coffee creamer. Under ordinary circumstances, this would not qualify as an event. It probably wouldn’t even qualify as an observation worth remembering. Pandora…
As the morning rush unfolds in bustling city streets, a familiar scene plays out: individuals hurrying to grab a quick coffee or sugary drink on their way to work or school, often neglecting to drink enough water until it’s too late. This…
Elias Canetti. His name has been floating around my head for weeks now, ever since I stumbled upon his essay “Crowds and Power” in a used bookstore. I remember feeling both fascinated and intimidated by the dense, complex writing. As…
I’ve been noticing that Pandora keeps leaving her phone charger on the kitchen counter lately. It’s a small thing, and under normal circumstances I probably wouldn’t even notice it, but Pandora usually puts things away when she’s finished with them.…
Margaret Atwood. I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately, not just because of the recent buzz around The Testaments – although that certainly didn’t hurt. But it’s more than that. It’s like she’s tapped into some deep part of…
I’m lying on the bed watching Pandora do her hair in front of the dresser when I notice Mr Whiskers sitting beside her, staring at the floor. Normally this wouldn’t concern me. Cats stare at things. I’ve accepted that. They…
The right footwear can make all the difference in our daily lives, seamlessly transitioning from casual resort mornings to evening plans without sacrificing support or style. It’s a common assumption that shoes are either comfortable for…
George Oppen’s poetry always makes me feel like I’m trying to untangle a knot while simultaneously watching it grow tighter. It’s a sensation that’s both maddening and mesmerizing, like staring at a puzzle with pieces that refuse to fit together.…
I’ve been trying very hard today not to investigate anything, partly because Pandora asked me not to and mostly because yesterday demonstrated that my instincts, while occasionally impressive, have a tendency to arrive at the correct general conclusion by traveling…
Aldous Huxley’s words have been hovering at the edges of my consciousness for years, like a persistent hum in the background of my mind. I’ve read his essays and novels, but it’s not just the ideas he presented that intrigue…
