He helped me for I did need help finding the road again because of all the snow. I wonder what his prize was going to be. It was snowing so hard now, and I looked down and the only footprints were mine. The snow couldn't have covered up his so fast and not mind not even with the wind blowing. All of a sudden when I was just about to enter my yard I heard a slight ringing, and I thought when an angel gets his wings a bell starts to ring. Maybe there was something to that movie, right.
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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Snow
On a cold, windy and snowy morning when I was out walking in the woods I came across a set of tracks. I wasn't sure what kind they were, but I followed them anyhow. These tracks keep going in circles and for some reason I thought I was in Winnie the Pooh story and the Heffalump. I stopped looked around didn't see any more tracks to follow, so I decided to check out an old, deserted house for it started to get windy and I wanted to get out of it for a while. Snow and windy does not mix.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH11 days ago in Critique
Homo Narrans Vs. Phono Sapiens
Peter Ayolov, Sofia University “St. Kliment Ohridski” Abstract This article examines the contemporary shift from storytelling as a shared, dialogical practice to storyselling as a performative, market-oriented mode of self-presentation. Drawing on Byung-Chul Han’s book The Crisis of Narration, the analysis argues that narration has lost its primary social function: the creation of a common symbolic world sustained through reciprocal exchange. Traditional storytelling depended on at least two participants and unfolded as a movement back and forth, producing memory, cohesion, and future-oriented meaning. In contrast, storyselling treats narrative as a one-directional instrument for selling identity, success, or visibility, reducing listeners to passive consumers. The article situates this shift within broader transformations of digital capitalism, self-optimisation culture, and communication coaching, showing how conversational depth is replaced by predictable, strategic self-branding. The loss of genuine conversation is presented not as a stylistic problem but as a structural erosion of social bonds and shared meaning.
By Peter Ayolovabout 2 hours ago in Critique
Center Stage with Paul Stewart
*** I'm keen to republish the interviews I did for my series with Vocal creators. It's been a few years and I thought it might be nice to revisit these wonderful conversations. I'll be releasing them one at a time for a few weeks/months.
By Heather Hubler3 days ago in Interview
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Angels and snow just seem to go together.