handwriting haikus, blasting zombies and the limits of mindfulness
Sep 8, 2018 · 2 min read

This past weekend I decided I would do my best to get lost in old book smell, meditate and handwrite some poetry. I mostly failed. In fact at one point on our weekend retreat to a little cottage on the shores of Seneca Lake, I spent almost two hours playing a zombie shooting game on my phone. I shot so many fucking zombies people. Body shots, head shots, at least three nut…


