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 →

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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 →

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