Gravity Fails

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I'm at a coffee shop in RiNo. Looking up from my notebook I notice half the room is taking a picture. The room loses gravity. I'm slipping through the air. They’re not even here, these people who are more concerned with how they look than what they’re doing. It's like some sick Instagram satire that I'm unwillingly ...

Southern Plains

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I’ve always had a fascination with windmills. Including the modern ones. I don’t find them eye sores or obtrusive. They seem gorgeous and eerie to me, solemn signs of human progress. When you enter Minnesota on I-90 there is a massive swath of them. Two hundred or more. The pattern isn’t apparent, but there must ...

Badlands

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I was told the Badlands erode an inch every year. That’s a lot when you think about it. It’s a foot since I was last here. Measurable difference in a human lifetime. The Black Hills next door erodes 10,000 times slower. The Badlands are only 500,000 years old, and in another 100,000 - 500,000 years ...

Quantum Monte Carlo

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I get in the car and see all of the little dust particles fly up around me. Millions, governed by laws so complex that it’s unclear if quantum computing could even replicate them. This life isn’t any less fantastic. You just grow used to it and accustomed to the beauty.

Dissolution of the Mirror

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I’ve never been able to get used to a mirror. Some of my ex’s might scoff at that. But I’ve never been sure what I will see staring back at me. This is what I look like? I can never seem to remember. It’s a continual reacquaintance with a childhood friend, often older, sometimes younger, then ...

Denver, Asylum

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There’s comfort to being back in the regularity of Denver. I never thought that the job, the board meetings, and this city would be a comfort in my life. But that’s what it’s become. I don’t believe it’s the regularity of the days or the ease of the city. What I like are the people I see, ...

The Day After

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I woke up hoping to find a new perspective, that things would seem more optimistic with sleep and the light of morning. Instead the mental vomit continues, now seeping into my extremities. I knock over a carton of milk, and walked into a doorway, my body refusing to work. There’s static in all of me: ...

Court

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The feelings in preparing to walk into a court hearing are unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. As a I sit outside the door, waiting to be ushered in, there’s a screaming in my ears so that I can’t hear or think of anything else besides what’s rushing towards me. And yet everyone and everything in ...