Comprised of thirty-five questions, answering the Proust Questionnaire is said to reveal a person’s character—their morals and ethics, their goals and dreams, their wants and their fears. Popularized by Marcel Proust and later used in interviews for magazine profiles, the Proust Questionnaire essentially is nothing more than a personality test. Here I try to answerContinue reading “ANSWERING THE PROUST QUESTIONNAIRE”
Today marks the beginning of my 29th revolution around the sun—a small wonder considering there had been a time when I could barely imagine myself past the age of 25. Some days I still can’t bear the idea that i’m past 25. Today is also remarkable in that it is the beginning of the endContinue reading “29 Lessons I Learned in 29 Years”
We live in scary times, and it’s okay to be scared. Get out of bed anyway.
At the close of each year it has become customary for me to write about the year that has been, not so much to glean from it some inchoate narrative line or life lesson as to simply have a record of where I am in the journey so far, so here I am. What canContinue reading “The Year That Has Been”
The way the summer sun seems forever suspended in the sky, taking its time, refusing to sink beneath the horizon, and when it does go down, it does so slowly, reluctantly, so that even at half past ten the sky is still quite bright and streaked with ambers and oranges amid the deepening blues. ItContinue reading “Reasons I Do Not Wish to Leave Berlin: An Incomplete, Random List”
Nothing too long or drawn out. Ten minutes, perhaps less. Use straightforward language. Simple sentences. No Jamesian syntax or vocabulary David Foster Wallace would likely approve of. The tone could either be sad, or it could be self-deprecating. Maybe both. The story is going to be about friendship. More than that, it is a story aboutContinue reading “Notes for a Moth Story Called “Johannes”*”
Today is the fifteenth of August, and today you turn twenty-seven. Not unlike the previous times you woke up on your birthday, you don’t feel that much different from the person who went to bed last night. You’re still the horny, somewhat angry, pimply, overeager self. Except now when you look in the mirror, you’veContinue reading “Twenty-seven”
I I am in Vienna for the weekend because I have been listless too long and burned out too badly and too often shiftless to do anything except rewatch my favorite episodes of Breaking Bad on Netflix. I am also in Vienna because it is here where my good friend Theresa now lives and sheContinue reading “Chasing Sunrise”