Carpe Coma

The rain today is perfect. It is a slow heavy rain, a cleansing rain with the rumble of distant thunder. Today marked what will quite likely be the start of a major transition, away from the recent frustrations and towards a much more appropriate future.

If today was to be interpretive, the rain would represent both the washing away of the recent past, and with the thunder, the rumble of future upheaval. Yet the storm comes without rushing winds, without the frenzied lightning of ...

Every 3-6 months I stumble across a profile on another site that I freeze when trying to write to. By most accounts, there isn’t anything remarkable about these profiles. In fact, most would probably consider them positively banal. They are never vulgar, rarely explicit, and frequently almost chaste in style. However, there is something in them which resonates strongly, an unspoken message which permeates through their words. They are almost always independent, confident (at least outwardly), educated, ...