S.R. Var
Bio
I wrote to understand the world around me. I stopped to become a scientist. Decades later, I write to understand myself. Perhaps if you see a bit of yourself in my writing, it may bring you some solace too.
Stories (17/0)
Man is a work of art
I do believe that there was once a time when more thinkers inhabited the world, or at least, they were more readily apparent. Efforts of the intelligent and the humane—endeavors to make life for all more comfortable and leisurely, and filled with ideas, opinions, and open stimulation. In the developed world, the advent of media technology and ideas combined with the lack of conflict in the average person’s life results in a kind of intellectual ennui.
By S.R. Var2 years ago in Motivation
I didn't understand. I just felt lonely.
Dear Mom, We haven’t spoken in a while, save for the short voice messages you would sometimes leave me during moments of clarity. A part of me closes up each time I press “play” and hear your voice. In all honesty, it’s not because I resent you or the sound of your voice—I just don’t know how to sort it with the memory I have of you.
By S.R. Var2 years ago in Confessions