Here I sit in the wake of my 48th year. It’s been a good one, but change is also good (and necessary), and I’ve felt myself straining against the chains that bind for some time now. I think it explains … Continue reading →
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Fuck the gazelles, I'm running solo
"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls the butterfly"