Driving in the Right Lane

“KEEP LEFT, EXCEPT TO PASS.” How many times have you not adhered to this recognizable highway sign? The words seem meaningless in our fast-paced lifestyle, perpetuated by the on-demand world of technology. When you are driving with no real timeline, headed toward nothing but different signs of life, slowly scrolling through to ensure you soak in the sights is the way to go. The speed … Continue reading Driving in the Right Lane

Arriving in Cambridge

The water does not drip, it spatters sporadically. Melodically drumming as it pools into puddles. Cool air compresses the lungs and recalls the rhythmic motion of breathing. Each frosted particle petrifying the passageway to the pumping organs below blue veins. The wind, a highway for each teardrop discarded so spitefully from the dark grey morning. It does not whistle. It whips. I have forgotten my … Continue reading Arriving in Cambridge

Friday Favorites – 04.14.2017

Starting with the ever-present political talk, and moving down to some more randomized tidbits, check out what I found interesting, some entirely disturbing, this week. United’s Unfriendly Skies: How one man was forced off a plane due to overbooking. MOAB: Why Did the U.S. Use the ‘Mother of All Bombs’ in Afghanistan? Lawsuit: Coaches Knew About Varsity Rape Hazings: The things that go on in … Continue reading Friday Favorites – 04.14.2017

The Illusion of Time

As children, a day seems like a year, yet as adults, a year rushes by in what seems like a single day. Have you ever wondered why this phenomenon occurs? I find myself contemplating it more and more lately, perhaps another symptom of that ever-present quarter life crisis. To answer the question that so many have asked – “Where has all the time gone?” – … Continue reading The Illusion of Time

Sink or Swim

Frozen flakes stream sideways, seemingly coming from a white unknown void and falling to form mountains, fossils of themselves. Life stand stills. Stalled by the static that is now blurring the vision of the screen in front of me. A quiet descends despite its resemblance to a televised white noise, only a slight rumble of the plow pushing by. Stranded. Each house a ship, the … Continue reading Sink or Swim