When I was a freshman in college, I lived in the "freshman dorm." Some of you might remember such things. A whole pile of 18- and 19-year-olds, just out of their nests, filled with hormones and alcohol. I remember standing outside on several frigid nights, waiting for the fire alarm to be reset after someone … Continue reading Who Says Everything is Meaningless?
This is one in a series of posts about the summers of my life. It has seemed for years that my depression gets worse in the summer, and I'm looking for patterns to discern why that might be. The summer of 2011 was a time when I was looking for something new. I felt stuck, … Continue reading The Summer of 2011
For the next month or so, I am reflecting back on summers in my past, partially to discern why my depression tends to get worse in the summer, and partially as a project to get myself writing again. I'm thinking back on those days, seeing what I did and how I felt, and seeing what … Continue reading The Summer of 2017
This is Part Two of a post I began yesterday. Click here to read Part One. The words of the fire resonated with me so deeply. I have been so depressed for the past few months. I feel like the whole year has been a year of writing, but the past few months have been … Continue reading Dark Firewater (Part Two)
For as long as I can remember, I've been playing video games. It's something of an addiction of mine. It's not an addiction that's taken a lot of my money; I don't have any game consoles or game-dedicated computers. For the most part, I play browser-based games, and recently, free or very cheap games on … Continue reading Turning and turning in the widening gyre