The idea behind this interview came from my recent reading of a newly published interview by Eduardo Lago with David Foster Wallace. I am not sure why I was so interested in this interview.
If interviewing yourself is somehow wrong, I apologize from the bottom of my heart. Continue reading “An Interview with Myself”
I often feel as though I am not qualified enough to discuss certain topics, write certain words, draw certain drawings, read certain books, go certain places, reach out to certain people; every area of life contains people more “qualified” than I. Thinking about why I feel this way, I’ve come to realize that it’s incredibly self destructive and it needs to stop. It is the only way for me to grow and increase my knowledge, discover new areas of life. The worst thing that I, or anyone, could possibly do is hesitate to seize an opportunity because of the fear of their credentials. They mean absolutely nothing. Continue reading “Careers and Complaints”
How does one begin to talk about Death?
The Omnipotent never-changing ruler of Life.
I am only 18 years old and I have already begun thinking about such trivialities. Is Death really so trivial? I believe it is the underlying truth lying in secret behind all of our daily routines. As far as we know, there is nothing after Death. Death is the Universe. It controls all life. What is there to do about this? Continue reading “We are all Dying and it is Okay”
Belonging escapes me.
All there is to know is myself.
What more could there be?
Existential Catastrophe Continue reading “Self”
We are all connected. This statement has never been more true. Whether it be through the Internet, our social media accounts, our fitness trackers, our work life, our social life, our applications, our insurance plans, our search engines. Everything. It is as though we are moving more and more towards a singularity without even knowing it. Then what? Continue reading “Interconnectivity”
As I push my textbooks aside and begin typing the words being typed right now, I feel compelled to write about what is happening right now because it occurred to me that this is wrong. I have come to realize the unnecessary burden thrust upon me. This goes beyond the fact that school has taught me to hate school. Continue reading ““Education””
This poem, if you wish to call it that, is largely inspired by my recent readings of The Book of Negroes by Lawrence Hill. Continue reading “Meena Dee”