Acatalepsy [Latin]: the idea that it is impossible to truly comprehend anything.

Acatalepsy 1             As the night sky slowly rose above the distant mountain tops, she watched the yellow and red streaks of light stream below her, cars like dancing ribbons in a river of dull gray. It was nothing like watching the white tide stroke the speckled shore­­ with sunrays piercing the wobbly surface of the sea. It was nothing like the feeling of the wind silently dancing through fields of wheatgrass and brushing over a bright, luminous ocean of rapeseed flowers, observing the bees and butterflies as they sprung from petal to petal to harvest the most succulent anthers … Continue reading Acatalepsy [Latin]: the idea that it is impossible to truly comprehend anything.

Prose: “Falling in Love with a Writer is a Bad Idea”

In light of Valentine’s Day, here’s a short passage I randomly churned out this morning about falling in love with a writer (if you didn’t guess already). Hope you enjoy.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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