Alex Dobrenko

I begin the week with the bright intention not to be devoured by the administrative deluge which defines business in the modern age. I sip my coffee and pretend that I am waiting for Sartre or Camus to join me at the Café de Flor. I resist the temptation to turn on my computer so I can keep the grim spectacle at bay for at least another twenty... See more

Gaining my composure is never a gain. Nothing of real value is lost when I sob in the veggie section of the grocery store, a stranger’s gentle hand resting on my back. I, like the avocados, can measure my readiness by my softness. Life is ripe. Sweet and perfect and almost over, for all of us.

On a more personal level, this creeping reactionary tendency against psychological intervention is starting to get to me. Good therapy and SSRIs have saved my life on two occasions now, and I am unable to function without them due to the severe bouts of OCD which arise when I am unmedicated. Of course, it’s none of my business if this is the... See more