Running Off the Side of a Mountain
My hesitation caused the exact outcome I’d feared.
I Was Wrong About: Myself
Lines like “If their identity is based on feelings, and their feelings are always changing, then their identity is always changing”, though embarrassing, gave me this sweet sense of self-revelation that made me feel relieved and enlightened all at the same time.
Wild Food on Easy Mode
These plants simply grow, unimpeded, in ways that suit people and creatures alike.
Monky Business
I watch over my friend’s shoulder as they make mistakes and then correct them, reassured somehow that typos aren’t just a modern malady.
Ode to Subway
Subway is a communion of scattered purposes.
Some Questions to Which I Don’t Have Adequate Answers and Probably Never Will
Is there an instinctive shock response that would incapacitate any medieval monk who went on YouTube?
Where We Will Land
I never thought I would entrench myself deep enough anywhere to forge friendships with people who I don’t want to know my real name or face and whose lives I only have the slightest inkling of.
My Life, in Screenshots
I was privately affirming truths, moments I felt seen by someone who spoke the words of my heart, and serendipitous findings.
My Childhood Palate
On other nights, Dad would come out to campfires we were so fond of building, cracking open a big can of baked beans to nestle into the coals on the edge of the pit.
Oops I’m a Troubadour
It’s a pitiful, endearing, and slightly Dickensian image: two pale, scrawny siblings with oversized guitar cases strapped to their backs, walking slowly along a quiet street.
