The child and his light
I write now, long after the song of minstrels has been forgotten. I write now, long after the ink of poets has gone dry. I write...
- April 13, 2024
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The spiral madness of his mind: Commentary on Alan Wake 2
It is only fair for me to note, before we even begin, that I fell in love with Alan Wake 2 long before I began to...
- April 4, 2024
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‘And those rushing feet, heading somewhere… ground people to dust.’
Being a student of history is an experience that manifests itself in different phases. First comes awe; it underpins the fascination of learning about all these...
- March 11, 2024
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Of the nature of words, the name of things, and perfect drama (part 2)
Poeticism has turned into something of an insincere practice in our society. It’s as if the modern human can’t stomach anything that isn’t given to him...
- January 25, 2024
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Of the nature of words, the name of things, and perfect drama
I rewrote the first sentence of this particularly unwieldy piece of prose a dozen times before settling for one that felt right. It was important that...
- January 20, 2024
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The unexpected rush of warmth on a cold, unassuming Autumn night
The most tragic human proclivity is to take things for granted. Think of the change in the seasons. An undeniable mark of the passage of time,...
- November 28, 2023
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The slow decline of the intellectual, the blurred lines of honor
I’ve found over the years that my long-winded rants are an unfortunate side effect of frustration that mounts up over time, and the world would be...
- October 19, 2023
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Philosophy is dead, and we have killed it
The divine is dead; men saw to its execution. They replaced the moral teachings of Christianity with a void of potential, and in doing so precipitated the most disastrous display of human savagery the world had ever seen.
- September 26, 2023
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They Break My Heart: A Story is a Life, An Ending is Death
Much too often, I find myself musing over how fleeting life is. I don’t suppose I fear death, yet I am afraid of dying. People worry...
- September 12, 2023
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Soul of a poet, heart of a recluse, and a world that understood neither
The weight of the stars, he called it, that elusive, ineffable thought that burdened him so. Eccentric, they called him in turn, dismissing that unorthodox shell of self-conscious inelegance as another man, who, just isn’t quite right in the head.
- September 5, 2023
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