Chuck Perrin

It’s been cold lately, bone chilling cold. Winter days feel so constricting to me, do they to you? They seem to slow things down, make you turn inward, think a lot, take stock. The other night when the moon was fat and full, I couldn’t sleep, so I lie awake wrestling with thoughts and questions:… [ read more ]

There’s something strangely disquieting about having things, amassing possessions – clothing, books, collections . . . things we value. Granted, on some innate subconscious level, it is soothing; makes you feel like you are somewhere, some place, there where all your shit is. We define ourselves by what we own and surround ourselves with. Having… [ read more ]