Category Archives: Reflection

Ave Maria

Posted on November 5, 2012 by

This past weekend offered a brief opportunity to think about what I consider to be the happiest moment of my life. I was asked the simple question: “What do you think is the happiest moment of your life?” A tough … Continue reading →

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Restless Writing Syndrome

Posted on October 2, 2012 by

            I fell into a fever.             All white, artificial light painting my face at four in the morning. Black room. Excessive blinks. Nervous, anxious keystrokes chronicled into some semblance of completion. … Continue reading →

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Gaztelugatxe

Posted on September 25, 2012 by

I walk up the cobblestone steps alone, the wind whipping at my loose hair until it looks wilder than the sea. I count each step in my head, and at step one hundred I pause, leaning over the stone ridge … Continue reading →

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Blanktheism

Posted on September 24, 2012 by

The brain is a funny little monster. It dictates what we remember, what we cherish and what we simply pass over, deeming certain aspects of our lives memorable for years and others for mere seconds. How many times have you … Continue reading →

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Why Mario Kart is for Communists

Posted on September 21, 2012 by

First-person shooters of the X-Box culture have come to dominate the public perception of video games. Graphics grow perpetually more lifelike by the day so that in 5 years time our little sisters and brothers can look condescendingly back at … Continue reading →

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One cinematic moment in hypnagogia

Posted on September 18, 2012 by

It smelled a bit like sewage and sweat, but I think I had an out-of-body experience. In its mythic, symbolic sense, a crimson carpet lined a small section of sidewalk on West 54th Street. Thick New York oxygen whistled about. Cameras, … Continue reading →

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One piece at a time

Posted on September 13, 2012 by

Growing up, I went to museums and zoos with my mom. My favorite was the Museum of Science and Technology, a hulking space in the middle of my home town in downtown Syracuse. It had those sloping drains the swallowed … Continue reading →

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Typecast: A Quick Note About Queens

Posted on September 12, 2012 by

Writers don’t write anymore — we type. Perhaps some of us still remember how to trace pens in circular motions to sign our checks or do some journaling, but mostly, we’re merely typists. In a fraction of a second, we … Continue reading →

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The Secret World of the Vending Machine At My Job

Posted on September 6, 2012 by

I worked in Hopkins Hall at Saint Bonaventure University as a Web Systems Assistant last year. On my twice-weekly cookie-cutter walks down the dungeonesque, concrete stairs I would always pass an antique vending machine. It was stocked half-heartedly with things … Continue reading →

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An exercise in oil burning—not drilling—around midnight

Posted on September 4, 2012 by

What follows was a month-long meditation on the state of my life in April of 2012. “State” here encompasses both physical location and mental wellbeing. Scared, stubborn, and sulking, I sat on this piece for months, worrying about the existence … Continue reading →

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