What does that mean, she asked. I suppose I was struggling to say that after a certain point, there was no personhood left to the information on the screen. Everything was specs, physics, math, ten million simultaneous flourishes to make some vehicle flipping over...
Does everyone live this double life? The life of doing and the life of desire. The life that is and the life that isn’t. I traveled to a conference recently which was really a joy for me professionally, the first conference I’ve ever been to that spoke directly to what I am passio...
Sometimes they quietened down, but there was always a low hum thrumming in the background. I tried to address them in the worst way possible — by limiting my food intake. But the self-worth I had promised myself never arrived. I waited for it but it never came. I realised the ...
Inside the first two minutes it switches from plaintive piano to strings/brass/percussion overload and back again several times – and each time it does, your speakers must make the switch instantly and without displaying any undue stress. Which is not as easy as you might think. Also listen...
Consider this: the deacon reflexively rather than deliberately steps on (and over) Father’s call for silence, but he does so with a sense of necessity and inevitability. The musicians take a principled (albeit erroneous) stand against silence. And the cell phone guerillas? Do they not care ...
I mean, it was never going "back"— that's the annoying thing about time and experience and what it does to your body, you just can't make it go the other direction, and screw that pressure anyway — but I was hoping to be able to run and dance and swim and eat without ...
“If Ty’s my son, and you’re his brother, does that also make you my kid?” “NO.” “You’ll come around.” “So that’s it?” Wilson demanded. Wilbur separated himself from the conversation and drew up next to Tyler again. If it weren’t for the faint movement of...
the over-there glee of other children playing, the noises of summer thrumming across to you as if travelling through thick water, and then you heard it, that unmistakeable tinkle, the clang of a bell that was failing followed by those notes, those notes— the ice cream man, the ice cre...