Writing

The Advocate Dialogues | Prose | Poetry

The Advocate Dialogues

I began writing The Advocate Dialogues in 2016. The writing basically represents the outcome of extended conversations I often had with myself about the more meaningful questions of life. I plan on exploring the world of the Advocate further in the near future.

Below, you will find two versions of each dialogue – a web version (html) and a screenplay version (pdf).

The Advocate and the Attendant (web)
The Advocate and the Attendant (screenplay pdf, 20 pages)
May 18, 2016

Society is currently structured in such a way that the concealment of existential pain is advantageous, and in many cases, rewarded. To openly suggest that one is unhappy — a normal experience of human existence — often makes one a target of ridicule, implies that he or she is not one of the herd . . . more

The Advocate and the Authority (web)
The Advocate and the Authority (screenplay pdf, 24 pages)
July 16, 2019

This is how I define freedom as an objective concept. It is not something that comes and goes — it is always there. It is our experience of our circumstances that causes us to feel — falsely — that we are unfree. But just because we feel less free at certain times does not mean that freedom is absent . . . more

Prose

Abbie on the Overpass
February 3, 2018

She was sensitive. And I don’t mean that in any negative way. I could totally relate. I’m sensitive, too—too much so in my opinion. I tend to flee at the slightest hint of conflict. Listening to her, I recognized myself . . . more

At Cafe Kopi
March 11, 2016

And then a child. A little boy, I think. Hard to tell at that age. Maybe two. Walks into my space. Placed. Smiles a child’s innocent smile. Mother watches from a distance. I wave to both. And I find that a child can break a spell. If only for a moment . . . more

19c
January 9, 2013

The 737 ripped in half. Or into thirds or fourths, I can’t be sure. Regardless, it came apart at aisle 17, just two rows in front of mine. And now I’m falling . . . more

Valkyria
January 26, 2009

A supernova. Exploding all about me. Into me. Through me. Thousands of tiny bits of glass engulf me. Become me. Instantly undo me. I merge with fire. Disintegrate into ash. I make my way upward through twisting writhing metal. I leave both everything and nothing behind. The sky now mine . . . more

The Wont and the Glow
January 26, 2016

Let daylight expose the soul anew, and in such light instill the idea of externity and the impermanence of purest reality, and the truth that we could forgo the trappings of this wounded hour, to de-spin the false clouds of a static power . . . more