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The Onion That Is Our Waste Systems

We stood on an extension of a natural butte, but under the topsoil was a thousand feet of trash.

The winged six-legged something-or-other was diligently scaling the coffee shop window, which was thick with the moist mess of condensation.

So fall softly as you go into your places, like snow onto empty branches, like a weighted blanket.

In my imagination, heaven was an infinite, celestial hay maze.

by Jack VA | Oct 25, 2017 | 0 comments

While we were talking, your mom shouted from upstairs that we should go outside—there were northern lights showing.

7. Bring vocabulary cards on road trips and try to convince people that studying them will be, just, SUCH a fun game.

For a blog written by people between the ages of twenty-three and thirty circa 2017, it’s been a while since we’ve talked about podcasts.

My mom’s bread pudding is tried and true comfort food: warm, spongy mush flecked with cinnamon and sprinkled with raisins.

It was a costume that screamed, “No! I don’t want to join my friends in the haunted house with a crawlspace entrance, thank you very much!”

For years, I swear I knew the five stages of grief and what it felt like to come through to acceptance on the other side.