Cognitive Dissonance

I have to apologize. I look at you, and I see what could have been. Like a double exposure, I can see another life meld itself over yours. I see familiar eyes dim in confusion; the brows furrowed in agitation. I hear your confabulations – evidence of a once-sharp mind trying to piece together fractured …

Focus on the Numbers

15: the number of feet you flew through the air in the incident;


Exhausted. Open door.


You can tell a lot about people by looking at their shoes.