February 2023

the human condition

Defeating Depression with some help from Poirot

I want to thank the life work of Agatha Christie and David Suchet for helping me escape from a post-Covid low.  I must state that I realize I’ve struggled for the past few years. I use to create and share my work with a sense of enthusiasm and purpose. I was effortlessly passionate about everything I did in life. But one small encounter at a time I began to feel that the fire I brought to the world had no value or worse yet, wasn’t needed. Somewhere in the mess of Covid-19, I forgot who I was. Or rather, I had to boot up in safe mode for a while, which required me to hang up some bits of myself… for the sake of healing old wounds. I’ve felt adrift for so long now that I began to fear I’d remain lost in a listless fog. But as they say,…

RP Gaming

…so roll the dice

Today, chilly and at the very end of January, I feel good again. My mind is clear and lite in a way it hasn’t been for a couple of years. Since I always wish that I would have done so when looking back, I will write about these feelings and try to describe the tiny things that are special to me right now, in this fleeting ephemeral state. Late last year we started a ritual of games. The table-top kind that you can’t find at big-name stores, but are popular amongst those who are in the know. Any time my friend Matt sampled something he enjoyed in one of his friend circles, he’d pick it up and give my partner Mark and I a safe, slow, introduction. Getting our toes wet while holding our hands. Game night has gone over so well that we’ve since found a local game store…