No gimmicks, or trickery to be had.
"She loved windchimes." That line still echoes in my head.
Part 1You are setting across a table from a stranger. You know that in exactly one hour they are going to die. They won't leave the table, and you can't leave the table. You can say anything you want to them, but you can't tell them they're dying. What would you spend the next hour … Continue reading Thought exercise: The one hour conversation
This morning I read a news article about a young woman whom I have never met that had been kidnapped, raped, and murdered. This afternoon I went to the house of an old man, sickness permeating his body, a few hours before an ambulance took him to the hospital. Soon, he too shall die. Few … Continue reading A debt that all men pay