Boom pop pow
Thinking about how I’m lucky enough not to be as sad as I was, but present enough to know I’m still sad
This feeling is reserved for pregaming funerals: you know something is on its way to create change
Such lovely vibes in the city evening
Excuse me for wanting the comfort of my home
I like the lonesome drive home
Listening to the roar of water as I eat a PB&J.
2/14/20 It was Valentine’s Day. I will not say much about the holiday. Marie got me slippers. I got her roses & a waffle press. Amelia got the inflated mylar balloon got me. The evening was going well. Marie was working on the kitchen, and Amelia & I were playing. I was going to washContinue reading “Contractual Obligations”
2/13/20 Today was my mom’s birthday. She turned 60. She’s over twice my age. That’s always weird to think about. At one point in my life she was 35 times my age. What an odd idea—age difference remaining the same, but age ratio changing greatly over a lifetime.