
Mind Sprocket gives voice to simple and honest perspectives. We publish thoughts and experiences on our world. We tell stories.

Herein may you find honesty, candor, and attitude; the judgment of remembrance, the pain of life, the force of death, and our gruesome reality.
I know what heaven looks like in all four seasons. I know what it looks like in the summer. I know what heaven looks like in the fall. This is my heaven.
A tortured soul’s free-flowing drift through a drunken night in London.
She doesn’t smile much, that woman. Eyes averted, she is the lone bird left to perch on an iron-wrought fence on a foggy, winter morning.
The aliveness and comfort of growing up has become the past, leaving a landscape of the splinters of childhood.
Everything – every banister, every public bench, every bus and even the flags and Buddhas in the monasteries – has a layer of grime upon it. I had thought Beijing was a dirty place. But for me Hohhot set a new standard. Even frozen, the river that wanders through its heart seemed untouchable to me.
Books have a presence in our lives. Sitting quietly on a bookshelf, they become more than a collection. Books are a reflection of who we are.
Put in the movie, snuggle in with a giant pillow, a bowl of ice cream, and a gleeful feeling inside. There’s more than one way to do romance.
Curious and unexpected sweetness swims in drops from the sky.
An injured spirit sojourns through a ritual of denial, grasping for something else.
Most of us leap for joy at the end of formal education because, well, it’s the end of formal education. Anna gives you a new reason to add a little more leap to your joy.