On Drinking and Quitting

[B]esoin d’écrire et besoin de ne plus [boire] s’épaulent…. -Adaptation of a line by Roland Dubillard Written on day one of quitting drinking.  Forgive the quality if poor. One of the problems with drinking too much is that space (places in your life) becomes stained with the filth of drunkenness.  You connect your world around... Continue Reading →

Synchronicity? (And Sérotonine)

Where was I on the night of Thursday, January 3, 2019? At home.  Got home late from work.  Declined an invitation to go to the gym.  Wanted to just make some tea, chill, read.  Only had a couple hours to myself to just do nothing in particular.  At about midnight, I had one last cigarette,... Continue Reading →

Alcohol, Death and Poetry: Give the Drunkard’s Words Some Time

“Il y a sur la boule terrestre une foule innombrable, innomée, dont le sommeil n’endormirait pas suffisament les souffrances.  Le vin compose pour eux des chants et des poèmes.”[1] -Charles Baudelaire, Paradis Artificiels About a month or two ago, when winter began really to show itself in the Midwest, my circle of friends and I... Continue Reading →

Waiting For My Amazon Shipment

I couldn’t have chosen Prime.  Not even if I tried.  Prime does nothing for transatlantic shipments…. I ordered my book when I was halfway through the second-to-last book I read: that book referenced the one I ordered.  Well, I finished that book…then another…and now I’m too stressed to select another to read: once I begin... Continue Reading →

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