the post calvin

Flooded Thoughts

It’s all becoming a horrible kind of natural disaster déjà vu

I’m sure the famine was still hard, even with the storehouses of supplies.

Zeroing in isn’t always the solution.

To me, “roommate” means something even stronger than “friend.”

Betterment begins with a destination.

The words didn’t seem so distant from everyday life, from the people who’d small-talk about crops over their coffee.

This is a picture of healing.

I hope a story of adventure is visible in me when the light shines through.

Sometimes I think about the present moment so much that I disconnect from it

I’m not complaining though— even without stuff popping out of the screen, there were more than enough Ds.