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chapter 2 summoning the orcas
I never really figured out what the purpose of money was or what it was for, but I knew my parent had spent so much time trying to make sure we had a roof over our heads, shuffling us back and forth to scouting events and little league sports, keep enough food in the house,…
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tchotch·ke or bric-à-brac
06/25/24 [UPDATED 08/01/24] I have had to access some deep stuff for school. Years I locked away as safe and in doing so I thought them in no need of further inspection. I took them out like fine porcelain and laid them out to admire and display, to show off the peak of my childhood…
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what I know about love
It was explained rather poetically once as a child that the entire universe; every cell, atom, quark, and molecule was at one point in the same place. Love is the memory of being whole, of being one. This singular concepts defies literally every other principle of physics humans have every discovered since the realized that…
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New look, same lack of taste
Life is complicated and messy. putting back together in any coherent enough to sense to make a narrative worth selling require time, quite a lot of therapy, and the sort of depression that used to me called dysthymia, now its just Persistent Depressive Disorder – as usual being remarkably accurate but unsexy. It is only…
Enlightenment and Nachos 