Just another rider on the Pale Blue Dot.
This is not about keyboards. Well, that’s a lie. It is. But not in the way you think or want it to be, perhaps.
What do we say to the God of storytelling?
Why do we write in a journal? What makes us put down thoughts, record events and even capture mundane observations in the written form?
Is it because the journal is a friend who always listens? Or it is because of the need to capture our lives? To…
He was a rider at heart. Driving for Uber was just for the money.