Today marks the 60th anniversary of the publication of Kerouac's most famous literary work.
My home is where I rest my head at any given time, my home is any stop along I-70 or any town where a friend will share a drink with me. My home is the United States.
These are not the circumstances under which I thought I’d be announcing this. It wasn’t just that I had studied the polls and aggregators daily, or that I had read a hundred thinkpieces and waded into the discussions that were overtaking every online article and comment thread, no matter how unrelated to politics. I believed … Continue reading I’m leaving the country.
From Brooklyn to Long Beach
We are the culmination of our experiences. Our experiences are the result of our choices. Our choices are the product of our temperament. Our temperament is a gift of birth.
I want to say something. I want to say something, but I’m not really sure what. I’m not sure I have the words for what needs to be said.
The world is not a bad place. It is not a perfect place, either, but Utopia is a fool's dream and justifying evil in its absence is, itself, an act of evil.
There's no returning to the status quo, because it never existed.