David Capps

Thoughts accumulate, and memories such as encode oppositions to oneself, the way which, when thoroughly lost in the forest, your bare feet might trip over the same exposed root on the trail you were meant to find. A place …

When I say, ‘this life is meaningless’, I mean this individual life, illusory though it is, with this narrative consciousness, collection of memories, disquieted estimations of talents, regrets, doubts, projections of hope onto a landscape naked but for the …

In my old age before my old age I reach for a glass of water, a book on the nightstand. The Inferno is popular.