Shared Blips
I collect these moments, these small intimacies with strangers, shoring up an evidence base of my own existence and its overlap with others’.
I collect these moments, these small intimacies with strangers, shoring up an evidence base of my own existence and its overlap with others’.
Wandering snowflakes on their descending pilgrimages can hold a remarkable resemblance to the contorted stars of hyperspace.
It may be a little reckless and a little dumb, but that’s the point.
Parking in the furthest spot away in the parking lot is not scratching my walking-everywhere-itch.
Am I a product of all of the sticks, stones, and leaves I have encountered throughout my life?
I wish I didn’t have to wait months at a time to see Hannah. I wish I could have been there to congratulate Katherine on the baby. I wish I could be in two places at once: my church and house church with Luke and Lauren.
Remind me that starting something new is the hardest part.
I’m only just now exploring places I’ve driven past hundreds of times.
I began to wonder what it’d feel like to stop and ask myself if I really wanted to go the extra mile.
Enough time has passed that I’ve been able to successfully reclaim sandwiches.