I would have wanted From the rooftops, it echoed Further than my past My eye, I could see it Travel along the mind And it stopped In the midst of my own voice Disconnected From the world, the senses sprang And I was there With my mind hearing itself Whisper It echoed, from the rooftops A will to want

Consciousness needs a little bit of noise. While I listen to metal rattling in the distance, the dog’s paws on the wooden floor, and a single fly swinging its body repeatedly against the dirty window in hope of freedom, I follow my mind to its own sense of self. A…

The past cannot bear fruit When its practice is cut Down with the riches Of its own volution The past births free will While the present caught In mere mirrors of itself Sees not itself, nor can it Bring about a future In discovery of thyself With a past gone silent

Some of the best lines Of generations past Were written as I saw the best minds Of my time dwindle In twenty second spectacles Tweet tweet send reply We contain multitudes Flattened in attention rage While poems were written With the lives of others And our souls passed Without the best lines Being read

The year has begun with a challenge. My resolution had been simple: “More meaning, less bullshit.” When I said this out loud, the comma must have gotten lost. Two weeks into 2023, the theme seems to be “More meaningless bullshit.” What to do? First week of engaging with university busywork…

In 2022, I tried to be calmer. My perspective on things and the way I interacted with other people shifted as a result of my newfound commitment to meditation. I still don’t think I take it seriously enough. But meditation made me calmer. It had another effect. I realized it…

When meditation plunged me into depression, I realized that it was actually effective. I was never good at measure. I dove in headfirst, like a couch potato trying powerlifting. It’s been over a year since then. On my way home from walking the dog today, I got a sense of…

Twitter has ruined certain parts of modern academia for me. “But you deleted your account over 1.5 years ago,” I hear you say. That’s exactly why. I deleted my account, but Twitter continues to infiltrate my life because far too many academics are overly online on Twitter. …

How do you explain the past to a three-year-old? Over the last few days, I spent some time with my goddaughter. I had hardly seen her in previous years because of the prolonged and non-sensical US travel ban for Europeans during the pandemic. I am a non-immigrant visa worker going…