“It is so simple for you, isn’t it?” I snapped, “Brought up in this utopia of yours, ensconced in the bosom of a well-defined moral universe. You have your rules, your directions all laid out before you, easy to see, easy to follow… you have no idea what it means to not know what is […]

Posted on February 18th, 2005 by Zsallia
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I can stand again. I find myself somewhat ashamed for resenting the debilitating circumstance of being confined to a wheelchair for all but brief moments. I am still in pain, but the worst is clearly behind me. I can make my way with a cane, it is still an effort and my left leg shall […]

Posted on December 22nd, 2004 by Zsallia
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Pain is a relative thing. I am capable of enduring levels of pain others might find excruciating, but this is more a matter of long experience rather than some innate superiority on my part. After all, pain is generally a warning sign of illness or injury, and I am proof against such things. That said […]

Posted on December 10th, 2004 by Zsallia
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Whither goes my poetic friend?

Posted on December 5th, 2004 by Zsallia
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This would be exciting were I not alone, or in such circumstance as I now find myself. This city is new to me and I am unequal to the task of exploration, being weighted with such dire needs and regrets. I have never become accustomed to the death of a friend, but I believed this […]

Posted on November 25th, 2004 by Zsallia
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Sudden events require my presence in Denver. I cannot be certain when I shall return.

Posted on November 10th, 2004 by Zsallia
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It was an exercise in futility, but one willingly undertaken. Half a day spent in the air, trying not to think of the vast, blue expanse of the sea far below, then another day adjusting, waiting for the appointed day, and the appointed time. The caf? was warm and relaxed, offering an excellent view of […]

Posted on October 25th, 2004 by Zsallia
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The McAllister House is alternately a flurry of activity and a place of nearly serene quiet and solitude. Since completion of the major renovations those quiet moments have increased dramatically to the point I find them disturbing. This place should not be so empty, so lacking in life and purpose. I find myself asking: have […]

Posted on October 18th, 2004 by Zsallia
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I am a creature of habit. By that I mean to say I am one given to dealing with similar situations in similar ways. For some this is a reasonable methodology, yielding adequate results; for others it is a recipe for failure, particularly in the light of Man’s general unwillingness to abandon cherished notions even […]

Posted on September 26th, 2004 by Zsallia
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I awoke in late morning to the sound of rain lashing against the windows. There was a body next to me, warm and strong, breathing in the gentle cadences of deep sleep. Disorientation set in for a moment for there had been so much the night before of drinking and dancing and conversation… I could […]

Posted on August 15th, 2004 by Zsallia
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