About the Journal

Sometimes the world is so loud it’s difficult to hear a single thing that is real.
When words are emptied of meaning by twisting and repetition, and truth is lost beneath the static of performance and persuasion. Falling Skies Journal was created as a place to step outside that noise — to pause, observe, and remember what it feels like to think without armor.

This isn’t about having all the answers. It’s just me trying to write down what I see and feel at the edges, where things start to fall apart and maybe come back together. Every piece here is me trying to put into words the stuff we feel but never say out loud—the shaking under our lives, the patterns in the mess, the little bits of beauty that survive even when the world gets uglier.

I’m not here to stand above it all and just watch. I’m an Afrikan man, shaped by a world that’s twisted and broken, but I refuse to let that be the end of the story. That’s always going to be in what I write, even if I don’t spell it out every time. I’m not here to preach or convince anybody. I just want to look at things straight on, say what I see, and maybe imagine what could be different.

You will find at least three kinds of writing here:

• Essays — deep reflections on culture, technology, and the human spirit.
  
• Notes — flashes of perception, brief but resonant.
  
• Thresholds — meditations on renewal, hope, and the possibility of transformation.
  

Every piece here stands on its own, but really, I’m always asking the same thing: how the hell do we stay human when the world keeps trying to make us forget what that even means?

I don’t even know if there are answers. But I do know that if we don’t start by seeing things for what they are and telling the truth about it, we’ll never find out.
If you’re reading this, you’re already in it with me.