A whole lot of everything. History, religion, war, and others. Bipolar and the healing power of writing.
Foreword: The following was a conversation I had with a former officer from my unit when I deployed for Iraq during Operation Iraqi Freedom in 2006 - 2007. I had respect for this officer, he had suggested that I should become an officer early in my career. This was not a path that I took, …
Trapped in an endless carnival hall of mirrors. Every mirror casts the reflection of my own demons, pains, and sorrow. I feel myself morphing like a demon. Frozen in panic and fear. Sedated in my own brain, held prisoner. Every image reflected on the glass has to be questioned, is it my own? Every step …
This is an analysis of two writings that I wrote for a college class back in 2016. I have only changed some grammatical errors. One group that Jonathan Swift places blame upon in “A Modest Proposal,” is the Catholic population who Swift explains as having a large number of children in the nine months preceding …
Continue reading An analysis of A Modest Proposal and The Declation of Independence
27 August 2016 Our first review begins with James Joyce and his work of The Dead. One of the constant themes that we see in this piece, is Gabriel Conroy and his inability to properly connect with the women of the story, due in part to the changing dynamics of male and female relationships …
17 July 2016 How much of an impact can a single person have in the world? On June 28, 1914, Gavrilo Princip answered that question. Gavrilo fired shots into Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife, Sophie, igniting the powder keg of war. As a result of the assassination, in excess of 65 million soldiers were …
This was written in July 2016 for a college course. These were the feelings that I had then and didn't edit them except for grammar errors I had. I plan on a follow up to the same stories for a comparison how my opinions and positions change. The works are linked here. Murakami, Haruki. Town …
Continue reading Madness: A town of cats and a diary. Comparing two stories.
Tim pressed his body against the giant stone, the coarse sand rubbing his sweaty skin raw. His hands grabbed either side and Tim started to hoist the block. His biceps flexed and tendons strained but they held as he swung his body to bring the stone resting on its new platform. Three-quarters of the way …
