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Serge – Fictional Humans of New York (FHONY) #9
Serge was a poet. Not the kind who wrote poetry, or wrote anything at all, but the kind who looked at the same world you and I do and saw something different. Where we saw trees and clouds and each other he saw oaken towers, silver linings, and all the things we pretend we’re… Read more
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The Second Coming
There’s a unique paranoia to 21st Century life. It’s perfectly reasonable to assume that when you’re in public, especially in a city, your actions are being filmed. Observed. Monitored by agents of both the government and the corporations that own it. After all, if you’ve got nothing to hide… Imagine this: You have traveled back… Read more
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Drunk on Love – Mike’s Musical Monday
I know what you’re thinking: middle-aged white guy covering Rihanna, what could possibly go wrong? Well, you’re about to find out. Rihanna is one of my favorite contemporary artists. She has a voice that’s both powerful and emotional. Her choice of material is consistently impressive and with tunes like this one and Cheers (Drink to… Read more
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Chris – Fictional Humans of New York (FHONY) #8
“Oh, God,” Chris moaned, invoking a deity he didn’t believe in. He was distraught over his own stupidity. He’d done the thing that all fools do at some point: He hurt someone he loved. Chris didn’t like to think of himself as a fool but found the conclusion inescapable. He hadn’t often been a fool… Read more
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Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade, A Duty-Dance with Death
Last week I was reading the third volume of Marcel Proust’s A La Recherche du Temps Perdu: The Guermantes Way. And it’s brilliant. I can see how people think Marcel Proust is the greatest writer who ever lived. He’s unique, and if the way he’s unique tickles your fancy, he’s your boy. But I was… Read more
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Wash All Our Cares Away – Mike’s Musical Monday
I wrote this song in 2011 but never recorded it and it’s been on my mind lately. Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to wash away all our cares? One of these days I’ll break out of this cageIf I just keep on chipping awayOne of these days I’ll crawl out of this sewerAnd… Read more
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