Category Being Twenty Six.

Two years? Might as well be two decades.

I honestly hope that I will always be surprised by things I have written in years past. Two years ago: “…why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.” Life is a disasterous affair, but hell. At least I’m learning that. My heart belongs elsewhere, perhaps high […]

6.9.2011

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees–just as things grow in fast movies–I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” Well, I am officially moving. It came about rather suddenly, with barely twenty four hours between the idea and the actual […]