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If I juxtapose my current writing with my past writing, I notice change. Yes, I know more words but my writing style has also changed. But it is not as if I awoke one day to discover a new me. Change is never abrupt but gradual. Now, I find myself struggling to establish a transition…
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When I was younger, I fell prostrate in the corner of my bedroom, and I cried. I still believed in something. And I asked why but received no response. God was dead. Perhaps the failure to respond was not a predicate of God’s inexistence, but rather I was at fault for asking such a question.…
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Some say I have thrown it all away. I say I have temporarily chucked it. It’s all rather difficult to explain; I cannot explain it to myself. Perhaps it is fear that goads me, perhaps it is this restlessness that I feel within. I simply hope that age and time will placate it. I am…
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It’s all rather self-explicatory. It’s good to be in love.
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La guerra ha terminado y ahora siento regresar a casa. La decisión fue repentina; todo era confusión, agitación … yo en un estado febril. Mi enfermedad me consumía; las paredes se acercaban cada vez más. La vida está repleta de decisiones, qué si me levanto a tal hora, que si como esto o lo otro,…
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How unexpected, or was it expected? Did everyone see this coming? I am dropping out of St. John’s after a week! Hah. I should not dread going to class, but I did. Enough. I don’t know what I am doing but I know St. John’s is not what I should be doing. This much I…
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Contrary to popular belief, I had an emotional affair with a fellow Johnnie during the second half of my freshman year. It was all hush-hush, I no longer recall why I kept it so, after all, when Christopher visited me two or three days before winter break 2003, my homosexuality was instantiated. I was no…
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Hi, it’s me again. Yes, I need to write so as to bring calm to my mind. Why else would I write? Then, let us begin. I am filled with dread by the mere thought of having to go to the music tutorial. I don’t understand music. I love listening to music, but I don’t…
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I am under the impression that everyone else is happier than I. Of course it is an absurdity, yet it has gathered force in my mind. Logic may say otherwise, but secretly, I nurse the myth. I am back at St. John’s (stjohnscollege.edu) yet it does not make me happy; I don’t think it was…
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The pro-democracy and abolitionist movement gathers at one end of town, at the home of Euripides. Men exchange speeches in the cool summer night, their woolen garments clinging to their bodies; all are in agreement: “Man’s law of nature is equality”. Euripides, who democratized tragedy by bringing the audience onto the stage says, “The name…