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I'm a wanderer who is unsure if he wants a home or not. Maybe I'll always want to keep walking. I'm of countless interests that are often too difficult to explain in brief. I'm looking for something that is beyond what the world is constantly offering me.
'I live in a beautiful, blinding, swirling mist…' -Charles Laughton, 1936 in Rembrandt
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Confined to the Walls in Letters of Renaissance
Whenever I meet with the pictures, photographs, times, dates, the myriads of love found, the sources from which I feel a continual loss of sight. Loss of place and capability. I think: Is that...
Fête II in Letters of Renaissance
Moving across the open plain, the deep and far off distance. I imagine you and I. Unrestrained from property, from ownership. Even our relationship, unfettered from who we were and who we are ...
Roman Wine in Letters of Renaissance
I’ve learned few lessons over this course of one and one half year. I cannot say how often our last meeting has kept me awake, made me shake my head to clear away the tears of shame I felt comin...
Fête / Entr'acte in Letters of Renaissance
Who we were dissolves on the rolling backs of our earth. We worked and strove with no guarantees, and still we look into an open field of nothing. For what are we alive if not to know one ano...
Fête in Letters of Renaissance
It’s a longer story than maybe I have time for. It’s complicated with a history and a childhood and an adolescence. The farther this life and this journey proceed from an end time, the more ch...
A Place of Safety in Letters of Renaissance
Is fate within you and I? When I was younger I was sure that fate was folly created. I chose books of philosophy that I found personally interesting, but not all wholesome to my entirety. Eve...
The Last Year in Letters of Renaissance
Should anything ever happen, tragedy beyond all of my control, I’ve told myself this last year that I would abandon what I am doing and do all I can to put myself out at sea. For whatever reason...
