Linguist & Aspiring Polyglot
The End of the World
“There is no one so indecisive as the sea.” “What do you mean?” Adi asked. “Well, the sea rushes out and away from us- from the land. But then she comes quickly back, as if she fears her own depths. And then just as quickly, she flees the land again! When will she make up her mind?”
The Sea Only Shares Secrets After Midnight
The world was silent, sleeping. The ocean, however, lived more vigorously in the night. When the sun shined, the water glistened peacefully, but under the force of the moon it breathed a new life. The waves rushed upon the shore and crashed heavily against the rocks before once again pulling quickly away to the comfort of the depths.
What's Up Next?
A good salesman is selling, not a product, but a solution. Why? Because the secret to choice is value. When I cuddle up with my hot chocolate and a fuzzy blanket on a rainy day, what do I value? When I’ve been stuck in my home for a year trying not to infect my community with covid, what am I craving?
They say there are four oceans Really there is one Wrapped around the planet we live on Divided up for a con It is cool and fresh and blue
In Defense of Poetry
You say poetry is nonsensical that it is overly emotional and thus encourages the delusional To the point of being inconsolable
The Secret to How is Why
“He who has a ‘why’ to live can bear almost any ‘how’.” -Friedrich Nietzsche Late April, 1961. Soviet Outpost, Antarctica.