Posts tagged writing
old words

Tracy and I are cleaning out our basement.

I was going through a box and found a whole bunch of stuff from graduate school - my course evaluations, class reading lists, student and faculty rosters, and stacks of my own writing.

Holding this heavy pile of paper in my hands, I truly understood how much time had passed. They were like historical documents.

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an obsession with belief

I’ve always thought there was more to reality than what we are taught, and while it’s possible that my imagination has created experiences for me, led me to believe that what I wish to be true is true. It’s also possible that what we know of this world is just one tiny tip of the vastness that actually exists.

I’ve spent a lot of time in my life exploring this sort of thing.

It’s just where my thoughts go.

It’s the terrain I like to walk.

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