Cold wind blusters, fallen leaves swirl and dance along sidewalks.

Stubborn New Englanders walk swiftly,
heads ducked
into the cold wind,
hands shoved
into pockets. (more…)

A round peg is never going to fit into a square hole. No matter how many times you try.

I think I must have loved that game when I was like, two. You know, the one with a block of differently shaped/colored holes with corresponding pegs, usually a…

9-21-12

It’s one of those things that non-philosophy majors (ie; everyone) really don’t want to think about. One of those vertigo-inducing cerebral wormholes that shake the reality of our everything. Even as I am writing this my mind is yelling at me to…