He breathed, slow and measured, to test how the world felt now that the storm had gone to reveal a world kissed by the sun. It broke gold and glorious over the horizon.

A kind reminder of how peace could so easily triumph over restlessness.

Quote of the Day

by Richard Dawkins

“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people.

In the teeth of these stupefying odds, it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here. We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?”

Pass the time

The neighborhood dims, as I try to fill up the days,
Smoking on the porch, drinking off the cold,
Letting time pass, quite unsure what I’m doing it all for,
I keep hoping that once morning comes, I’ll wake feeling renewed,
But everything seems to disappear, blasted away from my frigid view,
Leaving me standing alone with nothing to hold onto,
Searching, screaming for the sunlight to return,
To dribble over my face, cure my ruined tongue,
And make this feeling pass — anything, please,
Come get me out of here.

The Garden of Proserpine



Here, where the world is quiet;

Here, where all trouble seems

Dead winds’ and spent waves’ riot

In doubtful dreams of dreams;

I watch the green field growing

For reaping folk and sowing,

For harvest-time and mowing,

A sleepy world of streams.

I am tired of tears and laughter,

And men that laugh and weep;

Of what may come hereafter

For men that sow to reap:

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Sky (Scribble)

I regret my weakness. The young, hesitant desire that unleashes the coward in my bones. But not you. Never you. How could I ever regret the one shaft of light that shines upon this harsh world, reminding me that somewhere beyond—there is a sky. And it’s bright enough to illuminate every shadow in my way.

Quote of the Day

“My soul is chaos, how can it be at all? There is everything in me: search and you will find out. I am a fossil dating from the beginning of the world: not all of its elements have completely crystallized, and initial chaos still shows through. I am absolute contradiction, climax of antinomies, the last limit of tension; in me anything is possible, for I am he who at the supreme moment, in front of absolute nothingness, will laugh.”

― Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair

About Me 2.0


First About Me

This second “About Me” isn’t for vanity. I swear. (Maybe a little.)

The rest of my blog explores the inner workings of my mind, but here, I want to step out—literally out. Astounding, I knowand show you all the world through my lens! Fair warning though: my eyesight is god-awful, so excuse any blurs you might see.

My name is Steph, though I go by a lot of different names online (the most famous ones being Nic and blob80). In reality, I’m a simple college student with a penchant for past tense and a ceaseless adoration for world-building. Although I consider myself a night owl, I’m more the ever-vigilant type that gets little to no rest because I love drowning in my interests. Continue reading “About Me 2.0”