As I age like a fine wine (or maybe whiskey?) there are only a few epiphanies I've come across which stand out as being truly relative all the time, and only one which I personally cycle back too regularly as an allegory for life: The Road. The Road was a vision, an allegory, an analogy, … Continue reading Buckets
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Trusting what was lost
It is easier to mend a broken heart, then to fix the broken locks of trust. While I was in Puerto Vallarta a sort of reality took its grip on me. It was that of looking into peoples eyes, looking inside them, and making a judgement call about the kind of person they are, and … Continue reading Trusting what was lost
Gystilyn O'Brien 