The heaviest weight my neck should bear is a 22-bone skull, 100 billion neurons, 100,000 miles of blood vessels, myelin, and long, dark hair. Yet what weighs heaviest exists invisibly. Consciousness, sentience, wakefulness, subjectivity. Thought, ideas, the arrangement of ideas as an outcome of thought, the either spontaneous or willed act of thinking which produces thought.... Continue Reading →
Thisbe’s Thoughts on Love
There is no way around those days that are made up mostly of romantic moments in states of stillness, from making it into the bank of memories that ping your aging heart. We really are just muscle and blood, formed out of history’s rubble and backsplash. Time, incidental, makes the made unmade, and the unmade... Continue Reading →