Author Archives: Stan

This week was tough. A lot of things happened and I’m honestly not sure what to say. I’ve been working a lot recently and I know I’m very fortunate to still have a job right now, and even though I don’t believe in a god, I feel blessed in a way. There was one nightContinue reading “Things I Learned in the ER”

A project I’ve been working on roughly for the last three weeks is a video from my perspective titled “As I Walk.” While being confined to my house with my family and my girlfriend, one of the only ways I get to go outside is for personal exercise, so I have walked. A lot. SomeContinue reading “As I Walk”

So the past week has been an interesting one. Journal pages have been filled to the brim with sadness and rage, old converse soaked from walking miles in the rain, and earbuds broken and worn from frequent listening. This week has tested my strength and I predict myself along with the rest of the worldContinue reading “Believe in Art”

“Art is the weapon against life as a symptom, defend yourself. The aftermath is secondary.” My Chemical Romance “Art is the weapon. Your imagination is the ammunition. Stay dirty and stay dangerous. Create and destroy as you see fit.” Gerard Way These two quotes came back to the surface of my memory recently. With allContinue reading ““Art is the Weapon””

Life has been rough recently. From COVID-19 to personal struggles, school closings, and work, things have been very stressfull. I have recently discovered a new coffee shop in my home town. From the wood on the floor to the old table tops and counters, it’s a beautiful environment. The teas are amazing and the staffContinue reading “Getting Lost in Yourself”

“Fall in love with being alive. Pick flowers and read books and understand that life is so much more than a Snapchat from a boy you won’t remember in a couple of years. Make the most amazing friends and get in trouble together. Make fun memories and take too many pictures and scream at theContinue reading “Falling In Love With Being Alive”

Just the other day I was working on packing up my things from an old room to move into a new one and I started going through the memories littered throughout the notebooks and boxes. My handwriting was scrawled on countless pages of journals, indicating the best and worst parts of my life. I personallyContinue reading “Why do we hold onto the past?”