Tag Archives: despair

We might as well

We might as well.  That there is no argument for or against life and living is not an argument against philosophy itself.  This is not so much because, while philosophy consists of arguments and while it seems senseless to pronounce any arguments when faced with the inarguable, it still behooves us to know our limitations…More

To those who live by their goals

To those who live by their goals.  They might very well be dashed, like a plane wiped out from the sky by a storm, or a failing engine.  Which does not mean that you should not have them, that you should give up before making them, let alone attempting or attaining them.  The death of…More

Aftermaths

Aftermaths.  What to do after a disaster, in the aftermath of a disaster?  Pick up the pieces; at least this is our greatest inclination, to bend down to the uncaring earth, the rubble of us on the ground, and attempt to salvage what we can, to take back what has been destroyed into the folds…More

Towards the Oblivion

It is like we are all preparing for nuclear armegeddon–without the fallout shelters. Well, a few of us out there have shelters in case the bombs drop, but for the most part the nuclear bomb shelter, like the nuclear bomb drill, has fallen out of vogue. Just at the wrong time. Just when we are…More

By Love

What does it mean that you love me, anyways?  To this,  everyone around the man who spoke gathered up in a cold cave tucked high in a hill somewhere in their country, as though to look for warmth but with warmth to be found, everyone was silent; nor did any one of them understand why…More

How, and from where, we look

How, and from where, we look.  From above, at three thousand feet above the town, soaring through the clouds and piercing them with the nose of the great machine we are riding, the world looks wondrous, all the way up to ten thousand feet.  But it’s the clouds that look most wondrous, in their expanse…More

On words

On words.  What’s the word for that time in your life, when you’re trying to get back to where you were, but it takes forever, he asked.  Despair, I said, and he sort of chuckled under his breath.  I guess that’s a good word for it, he said with a lighter tone than was fitting…More

…this small sticky thing…

There is no solutionTo a thing like being covered in tarry despairSearching for respite in sticky flowersMelting further into your hand than into the soil.The planet feels it, and surely other planetsFeel it too, the wobbled curveOf adventuring into nowhere with no ideaWhere the other side begins, what it meansTo glimpse at a total life…More