An Old Sweater

“How long have you been on the anti-depressants now?”
“Two weeks.”
“And — ?”
“And I feel great. But –”
“Yes?”
“I keep feeling like a depression is coming on but then it passes, like a sneeze, and yet I can’t shake the feeling that I should be depressed. Does that make any goddamn sense? Like, maybe, depression has been [...]

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

It was shortly after 6:00 PM, with a lush full moon presiding over the downtown Glendale skyline, when David and Julie Scott dropped me off in front of the hotel after a pleasant dinner in Atwater Village. David writes at Perrero:
It was a beautiful night when we said goodbye; balmy and warm, a massive full [...]

Kafka in L.A.

An unseasonably warm night here in L.A. It’s February and it feels like summer’s embrace out there. And a full moon to boot, which just might be feeding my depression, as if my darkness really needs a little more fuel.
I was reading Franz Kafka’s short story “The Hunger Artist” last night and I was struck [...]

Snowflakes on a Dry and Sunny Day

Have you ever wrestled with a depression so deep and so impenetrable that you begin to think there’s something organic going on? You look around at your life and you say to yourself, Well, things aren’t that bad so why the fuck am I so depressed?
As I write this it is 2:30 on a bright, [...]