Second Life, Music, Stories & Whatever Comes Next.
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I started this with 107,995 items in my Second Life inventory, which is probably the point where I have to admit that it stopped being an inventory a long time ago and became a storage facility. Fourteen-plus years in Second Life will do that to you.
Every year when August 24th comes around, I find myself back here in one way or another. If you have been around this blog for any length of time, you already know what Kobe Bryant means to me and how much of my love for the Lakers can be traced directly back to watching him play.
Lately, I’ve found myself coming back to ordinary moments for reasons I can’t quite explain. I don’t think I’ve accidentally missed some of the most important moments in my life because I wasn’t there. I think I’ve missed them because my attention was somewhere else.
That’s one of the reasons I’ve struggled with the idea that an apology, by itself, somehow fixes what existed before. I don’t believe that’s how trust works. If you drop a plate on the floor and then apologize to it, the apology may be sincere, but it doesn’t put the plate back together. The apology isn’t the end of the conversation. It’s the beginning of asking why the plate ended up on the floor in the first place, because that’s where the problem actually starts getting solved.
“It starts with just a whisperA crack inside the frameThe smallest spark of chaosAnd nothing stays the same“Hollywood Undead – SAVIOR Detective Taylor has made his way from the Willowreach Park to the precinct. He not only has the Polaroids he’d found as this case has gone on, as well as the random text messages,…
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