My First Love

I've never used chalk until I came to Harvard. Now I've fallen in love. Chalk writing is theological for me. It presents me with that overwhelmingly devotional sensation one only really encounters in the face of great art. Chalk-writing is like hymn-singing, with letters sung rather than spoken. With the chalk treading through the black … Continue reading My First Love

Dream

Dreams are where possibility shades into actuality. They're how the world builds and sustains itself. Realism is false because realists never make anything new or exciting. Without dreamers, the unknown and unthought-of engulfs and destroys reality. When people tell you to be realistic, tell them to dream. Dreams are made of love, made of passion, … Continue reading Dream