Waning Light

Imagine me. I’m sitting at a table typing away at a laptop. To my left lie two piles of books, a mix of fiction, photography portfolios, and “understand yourself”; to my right…to my right, the wall lamp reflects hazily in the glass that covers the table. I have bags under my eyes. I am not-quite-awake, the result of a shattered sleep.

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Slump

I’ve been in a prolonged slump lately – busy, productive, consumed with doing and participating – yet, all with an unsettling sense of detachment.

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Congratulations

Ah…assuming I’ve not got the date wrong, my friend Rob just got married this weekend. So a warm and heartfelt “Congratulations!” to him.

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