Weekly Newsletter

Not quite sure what I'm doing with this yet... I'll trust my future self with helping it to evolve over time. For now: Inside the newsletter I have a review, of sorts, of The Mind is Flat, by Nick Chater and my thoughts after a quick weekend trip to Pittsburgh. I liked writing it, but…

Frozen breath

The cold is in my nose. I can no longer use it to breathe. I open my mouth and the cold pours in. It hits the back of my throat, it penetrates my trachea, and explodes into my brain. I stop, frozen, mid-stride, mid-sidewalk. At first, people flow around me, only cursing the blockage. Soon,…

Years that start on Mondays

On the last day of the year, I dreamed of heat. The melting asphalt was soft under my shoes, like walking on an air mattress or a balloon. Something poppable. The thought pricked my brain and I sank, slowly, inch by inch into the black sticky sludge. Too slow. Fear turned to boredom while every…