writer, musician, amateur historian, someone’s dad
I’m still deciding what I’m going to be when I grow up.
It’s odd that the older I get, the less I feel in control. It’s not that I actually had more control in the…
Escape is a common human instinct. The realization — upon looking around and realizing that oh shit, the trash compactor walls are closing in —…
I missWhole afternoons with the headphones onDisappearing into albumsLetting their secret alchemy wash over meI miss the wonder…
