It was a clear day and then the evening turned orange. The lights from the city mixed with clouds and I could tell something was coming. I met a girl and we walked in the rain and I went home early. Things were calm. I was sad. I bought an…

What is a chore and what is fun? If Sisyphus found meaning in pushing a rock for all eternity, can I find meaning in writing an article, or even maintaining a blog? Such a short time we have. Such whiners we are. How spoiled I am.  

Unsure what to write, I retreat to soft songs and calm voices. I’m meeting people. I’m seeing family. I’m saying goodbye. I’m chasing love and finding sex and losing youth. From birth to death, life is a tragedy. But there are intermissions: Seeing her for the first time. And steam…