The Window
I’m sitting in my chair looking out the window. I’m not particularly sure why. It’s dark outside, and there’s not really much to see. I’m more resting my eyes upon the absence to afford me a glimpse into my thought. Into myself. What am I? All things are the...
The Pepsi Question
I was once at a close friend’s house. He was an atheist, but used to be a christian. I was agnostic, but used to be christian. We were sitting in his living room, where we both spent a strong majority of our time, and casually he said, “what do you think about god?” I...
I Am a Small Thing
I looked down at the colony of ants amused. There they were bustling about, busy with the day’s work. I said, “why do you bustle about in such a hurry? You travel along these single file lines that you create carrying materials back and forth. ...