Khalil asked her if she was a sensual person. The question seemed odd; she had never contemplated her sexuality in such a way. She thought of herself as sexy, at times, or solid, as many men would call her, but never sensual. Sensual was something she pictured of a woman that expressed a confidence and elegance about her sexuality and …

When we were making our way back from the harbour side, walking through the bush, I became conscious of the fact that we were not walking on solid ground. We were walking on top of layers and layers of fallen leaves and shrubbery that had been compacted over time. With the recent rains, the compost layers were moist and spongy. …

Now on the beach facing the ocean I took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh ocean breeze. I looked to East and could see Atlantis’ celebrity beach not too far away; I looked to the West and there in the distance, beyond the beach, beyond the rocks, was a lighthouse, peeping out from obstruction. The sand was moist from the …

Today is June 17. Two months have passed. The ritual is not complete. Stop asking me what I’m doing. Stop telling me I need to do something. What is doing? Aren’t I breathing; isn’t that’s doing? I wrote these words you’re reading; isn’t that doing? Today my answer is the same as tomorrow. I am nothing. I am no one. …

Dear Steele: What do you do when you wake up to see that life is meaningless and there is an inherent emptiness in what society agrees to be success? What do you do when you realize the futility of the endless pursuit of that illusionary future happiness, supposedly waiting on us out there somewhere? It seems like a reasonable thing …