Author Archives: Brady Werkheiser
The Imitation Game
The question that we must be asking ourselves is, “What is necessary?” If the action in question is, then it is our civil responsibility to see each action through adamantly. Everything contrary to necessity, by our best judgments, and to the limits which our faculties will allow, must be rejected vehemently. Necessity is derived from […]
Learning to Grow
Artificial light staves off madness; the sun sinks below fading sheets. Too soon to save your soul’s sanity; she teases and tricks the mind. A total collapse happens at the knees; a circulating weakness consumes your chest. The weight of a closing door echoes; the relentless gravity of life. Your heart in your hands; Your […]
The Urban Philosopher
The richest man is a beggar. He has the fullest life of leisure. He is a casual observer of sidewalk theatre; front row seats to history’s parades of triumph. Sensing and celebrating our woes and out-of-whack idiosyncrasies. He rejects the obligations which hold small value in the grand scheme of time. A trash bag floating […]
Thoughts from a Hill
The American dream is justly that, the dream we aspire towards. So we, Americans, dream of palatial retreats in the hills, lavish clothing and furniture that represents our character more vividly than one could possibly imagine. We aspire so desperately for wealth and power that we are willing to step on another man’s hand and […]
Falling Backward
Close the curtains, wrap yourself in blankets by the fire. Close your eyes, gorge yourself on advertisements and artificial additives. Consume the curtains, console in the privacy they afford. Consume the blankets, digest the comfort filled with down. Turn your eyes, flicker like the lights flying off the TV. Tune your mind, out; power down the […]
Brittle Bodies
Leaves sail across chilled concrete slabs. They rattle like etching glass. As they move, dictated by currents, become slaves to the breeze. A hollow, plastic ball tumbles; echoing the emptiness of evening. Wilting flowers, once the essence of spring, become the decay of fall. Goosebumps erupt. Teeth chatter like a lid under pressure. The weak […]
Food for Termites
I am form. I am energy. I am in a state of constant flux; changing at every fluid, infinitesimal point in time. The calories I consume fuel the fingers which transcribe thoughts. If energy is the prerequisite for life, death is simply the loss of this essential energy. If we are blessed enough to live […]
The Cost of Clarity
Feelings flow; they come in waves. Like wet clothes we tumble, and a loose shoe shows wear. A baggy shirt proves nothing. The purpose it serves us is covering a bottomless pit which sits inside our stomach. The soul’s hole grows slowly. It swells in size while we try to hide it. Its drawn […]
The Inherent Inconsistency of Logic and the Absurd
The problem with logic is it operates in a confined space and relies on stringent definitions and rules. To know whether or not A is true or false we need to know the value of ~A and vice versa. In the case of the absurd, we cannot know the absolute value of either, so we […]
The Seasons
The lone willow waves when warm winds whisper. Her arms sway away rays embracing graced faces. These green leaves leave me in disbelief, and lead me to believe that we need to breathe more and think less. Her grounded roots wrap around rusted buckets. Perched birds chirp in perfect pitch. Summer’s heat leaps on fleeting […]
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