Category: emo

I’m back to thinking about my old fictional characters, the ones I met back twenty years ago and never seemed to get over, and I feel like I have to finish their stories before I turn forty. It’s an odd thing, living through my own life and seeing their own lives play out in my…

I forgot my headphones today–or, rather, the headphones I have been using are so low on battery that I didn’t bother bringing them in to work, and I’m not sure where my good ones, like my Sith hoodie and my contact lenses before them, have gone. I am sick of the overarching feeling of being…

There’s a spot on the 8th floor of the hospital in which I work that isn’t intended for people to use for a place for sitting, relaxation, and quiet contemplation, but at least once per evening, I sit up here and stare out the window, marveling at the thing my life has become and why…

I used to feel something on the 4th of July, some kind of resonance other than the fact that my maternal grandfather and two of my friends have birthdays today.  When I was younger, I actually felt something about being “an American,” something that not even carrying the genetic memory of centuries of oppression nor…

I’m sitting in silence for no reason other than I have neglected to put anything on to listen, and thus, the only thing in my head is Meshell Ndgeocello’s cover of Ralph Tresvant’s “Sensitivity.” I went back through previous 8:14s to get worked up for this, because the format is actually really fun and neat…