Sifting through the dirt to get to the gold
"A shipwreck gave a man limitless opportunity to know himself if only he cared to find out. He could always press further, dig deeper, find places no one had mastered. To Chatterton, there always seemed to be opportunity on a shipwreck, even the simple wrecks: the opportunity to confront the problems really worth solving, and... Continue Reading →
" 'What's this?' he mumbled, lifting it for a closer look. It was the sheriff's business card. He stood there for a moment reading the bold print. On the front was sheriff's name and phone number. Then he flipped it over. Hand written on the back was a quote. 'Of all the animals, man is the... Continue Reading →
Jack Levitt lives a pretty grim existence in the classically-beautiful yet brutally-dreary city of understated Portland, Oregon. His way of life as a seventeen-year-old draws a direct correlation to the way by which he was conceived and later delivered into this world. Born an orphan after being abandoned by his parents due to their own... Continue Reading →
"The rough estimate of these riches was set at fifteen thousand dollars; my take of this more than tripled my savings, and as we left the musty basement, heading up the stairs and into the light, I felt two things at once: a gladness at this turn of fortune, but also an emptiness that I... Continue Reading →
"The motor changes rhythm constantly, keeping us in perpetual uncertainty: at any moment it may stop forever. The current is becoming wilder, more capricious. It's all absurd, and I'll never understand why I set out on this enterprise. It's always the same at start of a journey. Then comes a soothing indifference that makes everything... Continue Reading →
"How does one conquer fear of death, the most primordial of terrors….Dogs in a pack find courage to take on a lion. Each hound knows its place. He fears the dog ranked above and feeds off the fear of the dog below. Fear conquers fear. This is how we Spartans do it, counterpoising to fear... Continue Reading →
"Kafkaesque is when you enter a surreal world in which all you control begins to fall to pieces and you find yourself battling a force that does not lend itself to the way you perceive the world. You don't give up, you don't lay down and die. What you do is struggle with whatever strength... Continue Reading →
"I've heard you call yourself a geek, a computer nerd, 'a skinny kid', and a whole string of other descriptors that don't actually describe you." She explained coarsely. "I've heard you call yourself a crappy boyfriend and scared. But crappy boyfriends don't fly to halfway around the world to rescue damsels in distress. Skinny kids... Continue Reading →
"We were at a party. One girl said I was like her grandmother, now dead. I told her I'm nobody's grandmother and I'm not dead, and she said that made it perfect." What if the only thing on your bucket list was to literally fill a bucket before you kicked it. Eighty-two year old Etta... Continue Reading →
"In any number of locations around the world the unthinkable was happening: traffic management systems were malfunctioning causing a multitude of accidents; payrolls were paying the wrong amounts; bank accounts were being frozen for no apparent reason; heating systems were coming on at the wrong time and power grids were inexplicably going on and off... Continue Reading →
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