On February 22, 2023, my longtime sister/friend - a woman I've shared endless support and humor with over the past 18 years - wrecked her car into the back of a box truck driving home to Truckee on Highway 80. Nobody seemed to know if she would live or die, and if she lived, how she would come back from it - a traumatic brain injury holds so many unknowns. It was a fragile first week, I checked in with her husband as often as I could to try to fill in the picture with any new information. Nothing…
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Accounts of a Meta Defector
A Candle in the Wind
Tell me, does anything ever truly stand still? I have felt at times as though the world is falling - so fast - and I'm hanging in midair, the parts and pieces of everything slicing through the space close to me, my hair suspended, my limbs floating.
Even then, when I am most still, I am moved by my breath. And by the subtle lap of my own emotions playing quietly upon the shore. I am moved by the rich landscapes of my imagination, which imitates my wishes, and brings them to life.
Always in nature, a…
Read moreThe Cycle
We rode our bikes around the east side when the sun finally showed. A sweet scent of magnolia blooms and roses and wet ground - all the moisture, summoned upward by the light, was carrying their essence. Isn't it alarming how quickly things dry out in this heat? And the clouds hang overhead in vast heaps, reminding you of what you've just been through. A promise of the cycle.
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I'm always delighted when I see a church steeple. Its simple beauty is cliché, but it works. Its purpose - to direct…
Read moreQuantum Disentanglement
I don't want to assume that you've come here looking for me after finding my Meta pages dead. You’re probably my mom, or a distant friend I haven't seen in 10 years - hi :) - but if you have been searching, here am I. A part of me, anyway. My presence on social media has been truncated. In its place a sign from the universe - perhaps my time is better spent living life in real form. I've suspected it, but somehow the shocking prod of modern pressures and the pursuit of myself as some distant version of…
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