To forget the past so we might remember the future.

Dispatch 002: ORTHOGONAL TO ETERNITY

Minutes pass for hours as I await the years to come. Await the war-torn desert below. Await the fertile land that bore no fruit. Await as the military aircraft banks a hard right in descent. A disquiet builds within as I sit, strapped into the red net seating, air thick

Dispatch 001: INFERNO, PURGATORIO, PARADISO

Blue waters dark as fallen angels, cold as the bones of the unburied dead, and vast as the depths of the soul stared at me with answers to questions I did not know how to ask. Fear of swimming into that unknown ocean paralyzed me, drowning the gifts of grace.