I remember it well, learning that I would soon be having a daughter. I was making a tuna sandwich at a restaurant I had been working for. It was a slow day at the office and I was afforded the luxury of playing on my phone while watching the buttered bread slowly turn brown on the grill. The text message read: “Guess what, daddy?” Not much guessing was required. It was a shock… well, not too much

The city held its breath, eerily quiet despite the sound of bullhorns, drums and hundreds of feet slapping against the concrete, all reverberating off the sides of tall bank buildings. These buildings housed “the enemy,” who no doubt looked down upon this island of bodies, making its way like a centipede through the narrow maze of streets with wonder and amusement. In the crowd, faces not covered

“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.” –Oscar Wilde  It seems a bit pessimistic, doesn’t it? As if we are all a fraud somehow, deriving all that we are from someone else in an attempt to be more or better than we are in reality. Could it be true? Mr. Wilde does have a reputation as a keen observer of humanity.