by Yule Heibel

It’s strange to think of life winding down, but one does, off and on. I had to think of someone with whom I’m not in regular contact, who was my “colleague” in the graduate program at Harvard, both of us the bastard children of the same Doktorvater. But, differences. Age, for one (I’m older). Trajectory, […]

I suppose at some point you can just not take seriously anything anymore. That’s a bit what things feel like in the current, breathless and hysterical, media landscape. I wonder if people in wartime – especially the pawns, be they peons, peasants, or foot soldiers – start feeling this way, too. A kind of existential […]

This morning I asked W., Wann sind wir eigentlich das letzte Mal mit ‘einem Lied auf den Lippen’ aufgestanden? I had just come into the kitchen and was loading the sheets I’d stripped off our bed minutes earlier. He was standing there looking a little shell-shocked from getting up too early on this rainy, blustery […]

I just had this strange insight during meditation. Let’s say something traumatic happens to you when you’re a very young child. If you’re a girl, the “something” is so traumatic and painful as to make you lose consciousness, black out so completely that the only thing you can recall is finding yourself ages later, standing […]