Vignettes

I had a friend who would burn his life down every seven years like clockwork. A series of contrived self-sabotaging actions that were guaranteed to have the outcome of losing everything and being forced to start again.

The hapless taxidermists piecing together hides and bones from an unknowable distant land constructing an abomination of majesty and strength out of withered pelts

I realize in a palpable way that I am dying inside like a cancer victim who feels themselves growing weaker and thinner, and in the silence can even hear their internal workings being gnawed away with the clicking of tiny teeth

I used to stand in front of a room rocking a dry erase marker back and forth in my palm and give presentations every day. I would stand in front of 120 people and talk for six hours. And not just present in the manner of a PowerPoint deck properly