what is the sound of reflection? Droplets drumming ripstop nylon? Hard shoes and suitcases hitting cobblestones? Gentle voices from down the way? I can't hear the meaning, but feel the intent. Introspection has a soundtrack. It's not quite music. It's close enough, but simultaneously far. It is isolated details, still part the whole, insisting one pays attention. It is an aural invitation to reflect. A gentle rain suspends the noise if I let it. Keep chasing lights. Gunnar More information on...

broken? "Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;" The third line in W.B. Yeats' The Second Coming is playing on repeat in my head. That makes some sense, given the times we live in today are not unlike 1919 when he wrote the poem. Russia was in turmoil, technology was shifting rapidly, political and economic systems were out of control. Eventually, things did fall apart. And then like Japanese Kintsugi pottery, people mended the cracks in the world, sometimes with gold, sometimes with...

what are you writing now? Would you like to read a preview? If you haven't had the time yet to read "Chasing Lights", don't worry, this is not part of a sequel so there won't be any crucial plot points to miss. I've been tinkering with a new book and if you are looking for a little summer escapist reading, the chapter below might be a fun diversion. Keep chasing lights. Gunnar Pre-Check “Logan is dead.” A voice without emotion on the phone—a news report from an airport terminal. Amy could...