Once upon a time the future was supposed to be brighter, shinier and more fun. When did that vision pass? When did the word ‘new’ lose it’s luster? Now the past is supposed to hold...

It was painful to contemplate the distance between the future of accomplishment I’d imagined for myself twenty years earlier, and the reality…it was painful to understand that the cushion of exceptionality invoked by the drug...

Never has nostalgia held stronger sway; never has the belief in the redemptive possibilities of the future seemed so laughable.

If I had to offer up a one sentence definition of addiction, I’d call it a form of mourning for the irrecoverable glories of the first time…addiction can show us what is deeply suspect about...

The fear of the drugs running out is managable-the fear of time running down isn’t.

Addiction is a bargain with the cosmos: only stay time, and I’ll remain in this holding pattern, too. The uncrossable gap between now and the past is given tangible form and conquered, daily, in the...