Losing a Child…

I was totally knocked out by these lines in the HBO series “True Detective” tonight.

A lost child is a void, that echoes backwards and forwards in time. It encompasses not just the rooms you were in with them, and are no longer, or even those rooms you will never enter together. The negation is deeper. It is the knowledge that every room you enter for the rest of your life, they should be there, and are not. And your memories of them become totems to that absence. A lost child is a story that’s never allowed to end.

True Detective, Season 3, Episode 6 at 54:33 minute mark…

Parts Unknown…

As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, leaving your marks behind however small. And in return, life and travel leaves marks on you. Most of the time, marks on your body and heart are beautiful, but sometimes they hurt.

Anthony Bourdain 1956-2018



By some miracle of smoke and mirrors one can appear much more substantial and accomplished in the eyes of others than we know ourselves to be. We are capable, with wide eyes and clear vision, to see ourselves within and without if we dare to allow that bright light to get in. It is easier to function in a dimmer mode, softening, fading, or even just ignoring this or that feature of our landscape. Professional position, with its day to day demands and drummed up accomplishments, can serve as a most effective insulation against any momentary intrusion of sober truth. Ordering ones surroundings is also an amazingly effective buffer. And thus we muddle on, most days too busy to even reflect on anything that might painfully open any of these vistas. Tabor

Lying to ourselves is more deeply ingrained in us than lying to others. Dostoyevsky


He felt instantly at home in this company and immediately donned the bifocals that would allow him to make sense of the contradictions that confronted him at every turn.