Connections
When I can stand to, I think about the future. Seldom the future of the world at large – that’s entirely too complicated and distressing right now, although I do try to stay aware of opportunities to do what I…
Category Personal
Memento Vivere
It’s daunting to imagine all the things I’ve forgotten. What percentage of a life gets remembered? A slender one for certain – even the people and events we remember we remember in silhouette, in snippets of noise and face and…
Overlooking Us All
I was sitting in the waiting room of my doctor’s office when I happened to glance upwards. There was a cutout between the first floor, which I was on, and the walkways of the second. This rectangle was lined by…
Thematic
After you spend a little while doing creative work, you tend to notice certain themes recurring throughout your creations. I have written here about my current project, EverEnding, but seldom in terms of its story and themes – I haven’t…
Letting Go
I have a hard time letting go. Sometimes one gets haunted by the past not because it’s haunting but merely because it is past. Memories cling, like getting a song stuck in your head except it’s just a moment, a…
Vessels of Absence
I used to want to be fearless. This made sense as an aspiration at the time – I reasoned that many people avoid doing things out of fear, and to move beyond fear was to be freer, more able…
A Net for Water
Writing has been difficult recently. Every idea I think to write about feels obvious, trivial, or disingenuous. I like to take threads of ideas and follow them back, to see what each idea implies about its underlying antecedents, to tug…
EverEnding DevBlog, June 2020: Kindling
These illustrations, which were supposed to take a couple of weeks, ended up taking somewhere in the region of 3 months. This sucks! I’m quite happy with how these have turned out, but I can’t help but extrapolate this work…
The Weight of Words
I think words are important. This is, perhaps, an unusual trait – even many of those who make their living with words seemingly have little respect or affection for them. Often we treat words with contempt, as imperfect vessels for…
Minecrafting
The last week or so has been a bit odd as I’ve found myself, at the age of 36, finally getting into Minecraft for the first time. I suppose this is an appropriate time to get started – if we’re…