1703 AD

I climbed the hill one final time to talk to him.

Upon reaching the summit, I was greeted by a warm and now familiar sight I had come to enjoy daily over the past two years. For the briefest moment I wondered how much I will miss this place; then I let it go. The cobble-lined walkway towards the temple, found atop The Ascent of a Thousand Steps and leading up to the proving grounds and the main halls beyond, was opened in the middle by a sturdy and determined cherry blossom tree featured in perpetual bloom—a truly spectacular sight to behold. The surrounding earth was carpeted in thick, attentively manicured grass, and the butterflies still preferred this particular spot over any other in the entirety of the vast temple gardens to frolic about.

Senpai Yasahiro was raking the fallen blossoms again into neat little piles on the lawn. I always thought he approached the task of yard work with more delicacy than required, but he always seemed so content in his decision that I never felt the need to question him about it.

He greeted my smiling approach without breaking from his flowers.

“We remain foolish, brother. Always so eager to exact our will–“

He drew the rake across the lawn, pulling a few flowers along; others would slip between the prongs and be left behind.

“–that we never appreciate what can be all by itself.”

He gestured with his down-turned head to the remainder of unraked flowers off at the rear of the cherry blossom before turning back to me and capturing my gaze. His eyes were the softest sky blue.

“Just as you already know the answers you think you seek, you come not seeking truth.”

He returns to the fallen flora.

“My final teaching to you is this:  Even as I willingly rake these flowers, it is done with the understanding that tomorrow the wind will blow again.”



Are you pleased with your life? Are you happy with it? Do you wake up in the morning excited? Do you crash into bed at night, exhausted for the right reasons? Have you found love? Have you fought to keep that love? Do you challenge your body? Your mind? Your perceptions? Do you act out of fear or love? Have you read a truly great book yet? Have you truly let go of the past? Have you told your parents you love them today? Have you told yourself you love you today? What’s your favourite word? Do you believe you have a purpose? Do you believe you’ll ever see it through? Are you afraid of dying? Do you ever wonder who else is? Is passion a part of your day? Ever think that being an adult is stupid and you should totally just be a kid again? Ever act like a kid when no one is around? Ever do more than just merely survive?

Where Did My Greatness Go?

I used to be great… I can still remember.sword forging

I remember the fire, the fuel and the willingness to scribe down the epics. I remember the heat that tempered, the hate that soothed and the “I NEED TO GET THIS OFF MY CHEST BEFORE I KILL SOMEONE!”(s).

Where did my greatness go? It and I, cut seemingly from the same cloth, used to dwell in this same space, both occupying this very moment in time. Did I lose it? My gusto? My mind? Did I ever have it in the first place? I think I can still remember…

When I was younger I enjoyed art in its entirety. My inability to focus on one thing for extended periods, coupled with my switch-like ability to become bored with a mental or emotional thread in an instant, meant I needed many outlets with which to express and assess myself. Acrylic painting, spray painting, poetry, origami, daydreaming, that time I ruined an entire classroom’s desks with nothing more than a ballpoint pen and flashing hot rage – the world was my outlet. “Wayne’s World” was a colourful place. Demented, perhaps, but colourful.

And now I feel as though I am just blue. Not “blue” as in “to feel sad” – blue like the colour of the bottomless ocean I drown in right before I wake up out of breath, overexerted by the weight of the nothingness I am. Blue like a palette with only one colour: ocean-fucking-blue.

I fear for my art and my sanity. It feels as though a lifetime of introspection and (occasionally) healthy dealings with my demons has left me with no more stories to tell. I feel like that up-and-coming rapper who drives an Escalade at the shoot, but drives home in a Hyundai.

At least the music is good.

Erindi in Imagery


Returning to nature is a grounding experience. Vital. And every so often it’s necessary for humans to feel the dirt beneath their feet again, to breathe the clean air, and to stand in awe of things truly awe-inspiring.

I went to Erindi this past long weekend. This is my story.

Prologue: The road to nowhere

“A man grows most tired while standing still” – Chinese proverb

the road to nowhere

Chapter 1: Hit the road

“We meet no ordinary people in our lives.” – C.S. Lewis

on the road again

Chapter 2: Rock on!

“And I can’t get it on without you. No way!” – The Rockets

the rockets at karibib

the rockets in nam

Chapter 3: The scenic route

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” – Robert Frost

the scenic route

Chapter 4: Welcome to Erindi

“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t.” – Lewis Carroll


Intermission: Life-driven

“Not all those who wander are lost.” – J.R.R. Tolkien


Chapter 5: Carnivores

“This is a ruthless world and one must be ruthless to cope with it.” – Charlie Chaplin


Chapter 6: Herbivores

“In a gentle way, you can shake the world.” – Gandhi


Chapter 7: The Lone Ranger

“Nothing can bring you peace but yourself.” – Ralph Waldo Emmerson

the lone ranger

Chapter 8: Sunfall and Sunfly

“My sun sets to rise again.” – Robert Browning

sunfall and sunfly

Chapter 9: I saw the signs

“The only source of knowledge is experience” – Albert Einstein

i saw the signs

Chapter 10: When giants walk

“What we do now echoes in eternity” – Marcus Aurelius

giants walk

Epilogue: It was all a blur

“The eyes see only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.” – Henri Bergson

blurry hill blurrylope

The End.