Author Archives: German Jones

One of the most desolate songs (per my memory only) on the Smiths’ The Queen is Dead album is the track “There is a Light that Never goes Out.” It is sonically depressing and lyrically about escape: “Take me out … Continue reading →

So as you have gathered in the last few posts, I am seeing a counselor to discuss (initially) issues of anxiety and (as it seems to be playing out) depression/OCD/you-name-it. To aid and abet this process I’ve decided to digest … Continue reading →

woman in street, pleading, with a broke-down beat-up car parked halfway off the road/halfway on the sidewalk.  gestures with her hands at any one of a line of cars waiting at the light, locked safely in their cars and the … Continue reading →

Today in counseling 2.0 I discussed my own feelings of inadequacy and their possible genesis in my youthful stint in the “gifted” program and my idolization of my sister. The plot thickened and kept me enthralled all the way to … Continue reading →

I take a moment to consider this day, some random Sunday in April during the 30th year of my life. Talks with Thom, my mother, and my sister. A lovely walk. A frightened nap and upset stomach. The same sort … Continue reading →

I could use a cigarette. For atmosphere mostly, because it would make me feel nauseous and guilty, but for the moment… Up on the balcony, the night air pressuring me to go back inside. Window shades drawn, and I’m sketching … Continue reading →

A marathon week. A quiet, intimate morning. Half the world beeping to begin, signaling completion, or to throw ‘er in reverse. There is a rumbling and a slight fear. And then it all just starts moving.

Talking it through really helped.  I hadn’t any notion of what I would actually need to work out, but it happened.  Telling the story reminded me of the power of stories.  Simply how you start to think about something directly … Continue reading →