I’d like to think of the spring of 2016 as the end of my larval stage. Much like the humble caterpillar, I too experienced my insides turning to mush as a hard chrysalis formed around my juvenile exterior. Would love to get out of here someday. Without going into too much extraneous detail, I’ll cover…
February 22, 2026 Sunday mornings last until sunset. By the time heartburn and tree pollen rouse me, it’s 10 o’clock in the morning. I shake off the lingering haze of 1000 different dreams of vice and missed appointments. The latter I can do without, but the farewell of the former leaves a blue ache. I…