About

Wide Asleep began as a place to put down some of the questions that wouldn’t leave me alone.

What am I? Who is the one who is seeking? What happens when seeking itself becomes exhausting? And what remains when the person trying to find an answer becomes part of the question?

Some of these writings are old. Some are embarrassingly earnest. Some contradict each other. That’s intentional.

This isn’t a record of having arrived anywhere.

It’s a record of looking.