Umbrellas

The makers of umbrellas must have a love/hate relationship with hair. They don’t want hair to get wet, but it’s all cool that the spokes will rip your hair out if your head even touches them. Baldness already runs in my family, so I don’t really need to give it a head start. Is that… Continue reading Umbrellas

Drowned in Sound

  Oh how we sacrifice those subtle sounds for the protective and dream-like bubble that music blared straight into the ears creates. Silence becomes unbearable as our bodies’ natural rhythms, paled by music’s palpable pulsing, become indiscernible and insufficient. Is the loss worth the gain? Let me whisper you the answer…