Essays

Just doesn't have the same ring to it.

I know this sounds crazy but hear me out. This is a good thing. All these GenZ's and TikTok babies need Jesus. For real, though. But let's not get ahead of ourselves now. A little patience goes a long way.

The idea of fireproof paper seems great (on paper). No more sleepless nights thinking which three books you'd save if your house burnt down. No more fear of loosing the entirety of humanity's knowledge at the hands of a careless guy smoking in the library. But to be honest, that's not much of a concern these days anyway. The real...

I was in the cathedral today, staring at the ceiling. Turquoise and gold, some brown and red. The birth of Jesus, the healing of the blind man, children crying and the pope rambling about the Bible amongst speaker static. My mind was not with God at that point, but with Existence. Perhaps they are the same. I guess I'll only...

Here's Looking At You, u/lifesastich on reddit, https://www.reddit.com/r/Art/s/SjhVjSaMxr

Fate is sealed in the blink of an eye. One minute you're sliding fast and free, wind blowing your hair, the next you're covered in ice shavings, dazed and confused. There was a crack. It must've been the phone that was in my back pocket! Quickly, I take it out and turn it on all its sides. It's perfectly fine....

A 3.6 by 4.4 m piece of canvas covered in oils made out of particles of pigment suspended in linseed oil encased in a wooden frame, hand sculpted with swirling patterns. There's no way only two hands worked on this masterpiece, but the others were doomed to be forgotten. This is art.

I could make my own clothes. Dragged for hours on end through shopping malls, second hand stores and trash dumps, nothing was to my liking. Wasting hours looking at pictures online of blouses, skirts, pants, mere pieces of cloth sold for hundreds, overpriced as fuck. Nothing is ever to my liking. Quality: nonexistent. Quantity: however much you...

Imagine you're sitting on a rock, a cool rock, dark grey with white-ish streaks, glittery, pointy on one side, slope at a perfectly comfortable 45⁰, maximizing the sun you're getting on your back, while allowing your gaze to drift upwards to the sky where clouds chase each other, acting in strange plays, falling in love and disappearing. Life is...

Laying on the floor, strands of orange fuzzy carpet intertwined with my fingers, eyes wide open, unmoving. Haven't blinked in 6 minutes and 45 seconds. 46 seconds, a rectangle of dim orange light bathes my bare outstretched legs. 7 minutes, 10 seconds, I am paralyzed but so alive. The heath of the August night fades away as The Universe...