I sit at my desk on a Tuesday afternoon, and I hear some hip hop music playing faintly in the background. Voices talking, yelling, laughing. On my screen there's a headline that reads "North Korea warns 'more gift packages' are on the way as Donald Trump arms Japan, South Korea." I walk down the street… Continue reading A quiet yearning
There's a tree outside of my bedroom window in my new Harlem apartment. I'm not quite sure what type of tree it is. Its leaves will change colors come fall (sometime soon, fingers crossed). I counted eighteen leaves on one offshoot; there are several offshoots on one branch. The leaves are a middling green, perhaps… Continue reading Thinking about ontology
