The end is where we start from …

“You know something? Noah says. When a star dies, the dust and gases condense to form a nebula. Which is truly one of the most beautiful things you’ll ever see. But nebulae get even more interesting, because they can also signify regions where bright, new stars are formed. Stellar nurseries, they call them. Stardust then,Continue reading “The end is where we start from …”

Safer in the end

Very few people are all bad. Hardly anybody at all really. Maybe an irredeemable handful who were born with their wires muddled, missing. But the rest of us are works in progress. Reacting to our environments, growing or shrinking according to whatever light gets shined on us. It’s no excuse. Cruelty and ignorance cannot alwaysContinue reading “Safer in the end”

The cost that comes

It is easy to see the beginnings of things, and harder to see the ends. More curious than endings however, are those moments you stand on the liminal, where beginnings and endings might be the very same thing. I am never more aware of this threshold than when I am travelling on a plane. Suspended for a time somewhere betweenContinue reading “The cost that comes”

Happiness has its own weight

It might have been different had I arrived in the summer. The city is a different island in the summertime, open, clear-skied and brilliant blue to the edges. Even the mucky shore-water out at Rockaway lightens itself, can almost be seen through if you open your eyes before a wave breaks and pulls you intoContinue reading “Happiness has its own weight”

They are my stories

These are not suitcases. They are my stories. I carry them with me, yes, and at times – at 2ams and altitudes – my shoulders slump with their heft. The weight of past mistakes and all of the leaving. I spin the world backward, these times. Searching with my finger across the whirring, blurring globeContinue reading “They are my stories”