Thoughts and sketches on humans, nature, running, and the end of the world
I grew up in a family divided by attitudes, beliefs, and behaviors and united by anxiety. My father was constantly afraid that something horrible would happen to us, to the point of being controlling, unreasonable, and occasionally violent. I don’t know for sure what made him that way, but I have an some thoughts...
I resigned from my job today. It took a long time, but what did it was the sense of being trapped, like in a dream where I am moving through a high viscosity fluid and each movement forward is too many times harder than it should be. At work, success meant being able to...
March 15, 6:00 PM – SM calls me at work. He had some problems at work in the last few days, so I assume he is calling to talk about it "My mother called," he says. SM always talks to his mom or to his sister about things that upset him. His mother probably...