A Slow Day in the Office
So I sit in my cubicle and cut off my split ends with some scissors I found in the filing cabinet. I have a restless energy. My email is strangely empty and without an onslaught of work I must resort to sitting with my feelings. Never. I put in my earbuds and listen to indie … Continue reading “A Slow Day in the Office”
Cubicle Existentialism
When did anomie become your Beelzebub? When did the nihilistic shadows in your mind take the shape of an archaic demon? Your God became a substitution for your art, a depthless void to pour your love out to. He is not listening. Perhaps he never was. You constructed a framework to systemize the spiritual behaviors … Continue reading “Cubicle Existentialism”
A Passive Cry Will Not Be Answered
The first time I set my pen to paper with intention was writing a poem to enter a school contest. It was sloppy and spoke poorly of my ability. But what it wasn’t was passive. In the poem I attempted to grapple with weighty topics that I as a 16-year-old did not know of. Reading … Continue reading “A Passive Cry Will Not Be Answered”
Glass House
When I was young, I remember being enraptured by the idea of living in a glass house. I imagined erecting my glass home deep in the woods, able to view the going-ons of nature intimately while being safe from the elements. It need only be a single room, blending in with the environment rather than breaking … Continue reading “Glass House”
What is the Meaning of Life?
I pray you’ll forgive me. For what is written below is a jumbled wash of fragments construed by a woman of a meer eighteen years that had the audacity to yell into the void and demand an answer. To look upon the face of the natural world and assure herself of its intrinsic value and … Continue reading “What is the Meaning of Life?”
The Persimmon
The steam wafting off my tea was beginning to lessen before I finally worked up the courage to ask about the sullen mass on the counter. Its skin was blistered and pocketed, its once vibrant orange reduced to a dingy bronze. I inquired after it casually, careful to keep my voice level and slightly disinterested. … Continue reading “The Persimmon”
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