College was the grand disappointment. It was the kidnapping of my inner self, an abrupt shaking of everything I held dear, a promise of salvation that was horribly forgotten.
No angel of G0d came, no replacement animal happened by the scene. Abraham slashed down at the neck of his blessed son, spilling his blood on the holy mountain.
Your every step can’t help but grind riots of inquiry into the dusty dirt.
From the time Evan left until college I never felt truly secure with friends. The years in between were filled with anger, loneliness, and an inability to feel close to anyone, until I met Simcha. Suddenly it occurred to me that I could try mixing my art with my religion.
This hunger is what is meant to keep our hearts beating.
A short story about love and loyalty and depression.
The passage of time is horrifying to face and acknowledge. But can it lead to something beautiful?
"Because I am totally nuts, but I can make it sound reasonably like a joke. It might even be a joke? I can't even tell myself anymore."
My father would never come back. I never got to say goodbye. Was it all my fault?