I spent the majority of the first 25 years of my life being rather loud. I talked a lot. I listened little. I liked to show others that they were wrong. Or perhaps just less precise than me. I was the center of the universe. The star of the show. I really didn’t…
That moment when all is possible and your in love with that possibility and your in love with that person over there that embodies that and reminds you of shaking your fists at gravity and taking a victory lap around the Moon.
Question back to you: What’s the purpose of a “crush”?
I think it would be quite interesting in a rather theatrical way, to have a near perfect ability to balance myself and objects everywhere. To be able to walk any tightrope or slack line. To balance on the top of a flagpole. To stack cards or…
I haven’t explored, compared and decided on any one particular thing that I would rather do than all the others. But I have had an idea that I have been thinking about a lot over the past few years: what if I could move to the clouds…
When I ponder what I regret, I recall a vision of my father and his tendency as he became older to keep the curtains drawn later into the day — a signifier to me of unneeded caution (or confusing fear with danger?).
