I am sorry I don’t provide many visuals. I’m really not one to take pictures–not on vacations, with friends, at concerts–none of that. It’s not that I don’t like pictures, I do. I just either don’t think to do it (lazy?) or I feel like it interrupts the experience I’m having.Continue reading
I haven’t written anything in a long time. A lot has happened and nothing has happened.Continue reading
Anyone who knows me knows I have a strange love for the high desert. I say strange only because many people may not see why something so hot and “barren” can be so beloved. To them I say they either haven’t spent the right kind of time there, or they’re probably already at peace with themselves.
This is the crux of my anxiety. I’ve been hurrying up and waiting for too long. It’s been putting me into such a lousy mental state, it ain’t no bag of clowns. I wanted to title this entry, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Which would better capture how I really feel. Because, while the world passes me by, I’m left here, sitting on my hands looking like a coward, and perhaps I am. Or, at least I have been until now. What do I mean by that? Well, brace yourself, because this is the bomb before the book.