Eulogy for a Former Self

My season of sorrow and self-loathing in the latter half of 2004

Photo by Ozan Safak on Unsplash

Sixteen years on I have opened an old journal and upon paging through the tattered black book, it astounds me that the muses of self-destruction had not seduced me.

Summer of 2004: over a year passed since I’d slunk back home to Southern California after an eight-year sojourn in San…