Tools, few and well-known • the familiar things I hold • pared down to useful Continue reading →
Sticking up all the little squares on the wall, I find myself with a little pile of left overs on the table. I guess my math is better than my counting skills. Continue reading →
One from this morning: Fountain pen scratching Black marks tattoo the paper A stream of thinking. And a last one from tonight: Writing new life goals: More watermelon, laugh more, Achieve badass-dom.
the single blue sky • that arches over the earth • belongs to us all. Continue reading →
All storytellers are liars. We make up things to get at the truth. The truth of the story and—if we are lucky and have revised well—the truth of the world as well.
