Chiaroscuro in Pixels

It is very hard to write this way, beginning things backward…– Hemmingway, The Torrents of Spring (1926) Like a canvas, a tabla rasa, a fertile void, I sit in front of the screen with a blank document. The contents of my personal past, impressions, stored in long term memory, surface upon reflection. The neocortex bearsContinue reading “Chiaroscuro in Pixels”

Renewal

Is the past beyond redemption?Can not the truth be retrievedfrom amidst this disorderly pileof worn out tattered journals? The dust that has collected,must be sifted out from amongstthese scattered pages, uncategorized;yet, containing the codes of my life. A life, previously unraveled, like nucleotides rearranged on a double helix,twisting and turning along an invisible axisof theContinue reading “Renewal”

Renewal

Can the past be redeemed?Can the truth be retrievedfrom amidst this pileof tattered journals? The dust that has collected,must be sifted out from amongstthese scattered pages, uncategorized;yet, containing the codes of a life previously unravelled, like nucleotides rearranged on a double helix,twisting and turning along an invisible axisof the original blueprint of life. In theContinue reading “Renewal”