Does anybody else who’s into Amateur Radio find that when they talk about it other people’s eyes glaze over? Or is that just me? I like knowing about this thing, but apparently it’s too crusty for others to consider valid. I guess as long as it’s the hobby of Grandpa Kindly and Uncle Weirdo, contaminated […]
Tag Archives: despair
Sulfur, Creosote, Mold, Brimstone
It takes the first sulphurous whiff of a papermill on my way in to town to smother my hope and raise the vapors of despair in my soul. The decay and desparation in Texarkana is palpable. I may have been born here, I may have spent the bulk of my young life inside these city […]
It Was Daylight When You Woke Up In Your Ditch
Tonight, after some coffee, I took a drive around town. Decided to avoid the big streets and thoroughfares I always take. Investigated some of the little neighborhoods I never see, the stuff in-between the high streets. The nooks and crannies. I had the windows rolled down; radio off. Vent fan was turned off. All I […]
Jetsom See
I’m antsy tonight. Feel like my legs are being held and my feet are sticking to the carpet. It’s like walking in waist-deep water. I want to do something. I want to create. I want to scream. And I’m slogged down by logic, expectations, frameworks, structures, plans, designs. Tired of all that. Tired of distractions. […]
Crying for the Weekend
So this is the beginning of the weekend. I’m already depressed. I get in a down funk every weekend, and I hate this. My job is the only thing that defines who I am, and I fear my job. I’ve either forgotten what to do on my own free time or I remember but don’t […]