I would bleed tech

I’m afraid that if you cut me

I would bleed tech

It’s not a rational fear

I could always bury myself

Away from the signal

Only on the weekends

But I wouldn’t want to

Spend too much time

Away from the blue lights

Because I am an addict.

How can we not be with

The world and the world’s

Fascinating stories

In our hands at all hours and places

The slow scroll

So satisfying to the brain.

All these humans

Have so much to say

And they feel so deeply

And they shine so brightly

But then there’s the caveat:

They’re all flat

And I’m not.


Dopamine of distractions

How easy to misplace our essence among the tangle of life's demands,

the web of routine, the dopamine of distractions. Everyday is a practice in

returning to the dreams we know are true, hunting for beauty in the present, 

accepting discomfort as a roadmap for growth. The forgetting happens less 

as we commit to the remembering, and the gray shimmers like silver.