I’ve been woefully neglectful about maintaining this site in the past year or two, mostly due to my focus on my design business and my big upcoming nonfiction-related project.

But for the record, I published this story about my obsession about texting my last words in The Morning News a while back.

Worse than the fear of texting or posting something mundane as my final message is the possibility of leaving without any message at all; the idea that I might vanish without a word, without any final expression of love. Ultimately, it’s not the poetry of my last words that terrifies me; it’s the silence that will follow.

I fly less often now, but still think about this every time I sit down on a plane. Read the full story.