trespasser
Jan 17, 2026
Last year I turned thirty. It seemed that this should have been an Earth-shattering emotional event, a temporal rubicon. At the very least, I should’ve felt sad as I had every prior birthday throughout my life. I considered it a maturity that upon reaching thirty, my life proceeded along the path it had been on. It was, after all, just another Sunday.
Take the bait
Recently I had resolved to become a better manager of my own life. During an intense period professionally, I decided in a manic state one Tuesday evening (naturally) to put more effort into the total architecture of the human existence I fortunately had been gifted. Halfway through the present decade it seemed a number of things my parents’ generation had taken for granted began to disappear, and I wanted to grab them tightly before they slipped through my fingers forever.
2025 in the Rearview: on Personal Freedoms
I have a personal tendency to group things together, to find commonalities between things that are otherwise unrelated. I know this is not unique to me alone; it’s a bedrock human character to find (or build) order among chaos. Throughout 2025 there has emerged among the films I’ve seen and the books I’ve read a common thread that somehow became intertwined with the personal, emotional journey I found myself experiencing.
