The Inevitability of Tomorrow_Memories-Imagined_Mushroom Jam_Simple Desires
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The Inevitability of Tomorrow
Jameson sat in his office and wallowed in his self despair. The department members had come for their slice of cake, made their small talk, and filtered back out to their desks in the common area. He had feigned eating his slice, slowly sliding the plate off of his desk and letting it fall into the trash just a few seconds after digging at it with his plastic fork. The paper cup filled with punch stayed, but he did take the time to top it off with a small flask he kept in the top drawer of his desk. He always found a way to find the quiet moments that allowed him to escape from situations like...
Memories-Imagined
I was never one who understood the appeal of the road less traveled. I had no interest in bouncing along an unknown pitted path, dust and gravel spewing in every direction, in search of some precarious destination. The allure of maneuvering through traffic on crumbling asphalt aligned by familiar street signs was more in keeping with my then very conventional and younger self. Now, however, with my sixtieth year within wrinkled arm’s reach, I made a startling and unexpected U-...
Mushroom Jam
Note - Substance abuse, mental health trigger warnings ————————If I was still in High School, this would be forgivable. If I was in College one might say I was experimenting with new states of mind...like taking on an internship with Terence McKenna or hanging out in a Grateful Dead parking lot before Jerry Garcia died. Driving down the Pacific Coast Highway from San Clemente at dusk, the hwww.onedoor.ccorizon bursts with orange and purple, and you feel connected. With the weekend in front of you, anything you're doing feels like it has purpose, even if you're just going to a party. They played it up to ...
Simple Desires
In the autumn season, a paradoxical new life is given to nature. Deciduous leaves lose their suppleness and healthy green colouration to give way to shades of brittle yellow, orange, red, brown and purple. The trees shed these garments slowly, soon to be skeletons with skirts of decaying plant matter. It is part of a cycle of death and eventual rebirth; but so flagrant and beloved a death can rarely be found, in nature or anywhere else. Forests ignite like a star in heat-death, or a phoenix commemorating its life, its plumage flaring up one final time in an awesome blaze before it lies down to...