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Takoma Theatre


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One day…


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Takoma Metro


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The Fermi Paradox


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The Fermi Paradox is “the apparent contradiction between the lack of evidence and high probability estimates for the existence of extraterrestrial civilizations.” I don’t know if I buy this. I think the fact that we can imagine that there is life in space means that there is in fact life in space. In the end, I think the paradox comes down to this: at some point either we will take planes into space or something will come in planes from space. We just don’t know.

Enter Your Draft Here


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I’m kind of glad I left New York City when I did. At least that’s what I tell myself.

When people ask me whether I miss New York City, I invariably say, “There’s less noise and fewer people.”

The metro is clean. I still don’t know how much a ride costs. I don’t have to walk everywhere I go if I don’t want to. I can get in my busted Prius with its faded magnets and bumper stickers and drive so I can buy some useless shit to put in my trunk.

No more pushing or pulling those busted wire carts down the sidewalk.

I still crave pizza and bagels. A good bagel shop is one that knows how to properly make pumpernickel.

They have this pizza called “New Haven Style.” I don’t know how to describe it really. It’s not thin, foldable, or oily. It’s not going to satisfy that part of the taste buds that are also reserved for fried chicken or donuts.

They put salad on the pizza.

No credibility.

There were always people in New York. There was always something, and you knew if you waited long enough, or traveled far enough, something was going to go down.

I can walk for an hour now and not really see anyone.

I think I’ve photographed the same tree about fifty times.

It could also be I’m just going old.

Bear with me as I figure some things out.




From the Inside


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From the Inside

Take everything from the inside

and throw it all away

I swear for the last time

I won’t trust myself with you



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I can’t remember the last time there were three little birds, each by my doorstep. I sometimes see one bird or two birds, but never just three.

Catching Up


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Catching Up

A couple of days ago it was March. I was wearing a long-sleeved shirt after weeks of wearing sweaters. Now it’s October, and I’m wearing a sweater after weeks of wearing long-sleeved shirts.

I’m not going to start some feelgood cliche story you see on elitedaily or buzzfeed or diply or one of those click bait ads on your facebook feed that totally slows down your phone.

But I will say that I’m thinking about writing a list of how things have changed this year. So far I have more notebooks than I have words. Yesterday I went to the CVS. I walked down the stationary aisle and looked at the notebooks, some even with the gregg ruled paper, and the pencils and pens.








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It was there and then it wasn’t.



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Time stood still.