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The Heap
Today, I found myself standing before a pile of yard debris in my backyard. Most would just see sticks and trash, but I saw the close of a chapter, the echoes of a grieving family. Earlier last week, my neighbor and I cleaned the debris in front of an overgrown yard that used to resemble… — read more
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Watching It Happen
Looking at current events, I cannot stop contemplating how one gets to the point of shooting someone in the street, or on the opposite end of the spectrum, being shot in the street. Honestly, I can understand and even empathize with both sides. On the side of the shooting, working in law enforcement, especially within… — read more
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The Container
I find myself swirling round and round in the sewage space of old, intoxicating ideas. I have attempted to regurgitate these notions into various containers, whether in short-form video, journals, or by listening to others’ ideas. It is all starting to overflow and needs a larger, more refined, or even undefined container. I know where… — read more