ideas of order
I’m just trying to make space for new possibilities.
living in the wreckage
It is a place where I hide myself from myself.
believing what is not true
I thought I was “over that.”
Brooklyn’s oldest remaining forest
I just want to learn to really see what’s there.
practice
It is a way of figuring out how to live.
on purpose
I feel like I’m at sea in a very small boat.
effortlessly
Why am I doing this to myself?
hello, boredom, my old friend . . .
Boredom protects the individual from what?
2022 in review, sort of
Not that I’ve found a point.
beautiful child
There is no narrative, just stuff, and stuff happening.