(Warning: This post contains a major spoiler for the show Lost ) I'm a subscriber to the idea that the chapters of our lives are carried upon the backs of gigantic continental plates. Every now and then something happens that causes these slabs of experience to move forward in an incredibly violent manner. When they do, the entire landscape has changed and cannot be put back to normal. The puzzle pieces of a life scatter. In the immediate days that follow, we live off the adrenaline of change, fueled by the imagination of what is possible. Fantasy logic kicks in and the mind travels via flights of fancy. The body, however, begins to feel a pit in the stomach because nothing is quite where it is supposed to be. On Friday, I suddenly left my job at Court Square Tavern and find myself adrift in a new world. For everyone but my former regulars, nothing has changed. Yet, for me everything now seems slightly less certain. At times this mystery is invigorating as life unfolds li
Striking down the mundane and dastardly while retaining a certain obscure turn of phrase, denoting something elusive yet concrete.