A journey through the garden of life.
Standing in this room. Feet on this white floor, surrounded by these four white walls, white ceiling above, white lights shining down on us. It’s cold in here. Staring at him, standing to the right of me, watching him cry. This fucking guy. To the left of me, they both stood. Together, crying on each... Continue Reading →
Salutations Travelers! It’s 10:02 am on Wednesday, January 2nd 2019, I’m in England, laying in bed in my Brighton flat, listening to “What’s Free” by Meek Mill. It’s my first day back at work. “Work” being writing. Writing. Writing. Writing. Free writing. It’s coming out of me now. I don’t have the space for it.... Continue Reading →
August is always a little crazy. The heat was really getting to us. You see, no air conditioning is a big plus. You can squeeze a little more juice out of old girl without wasting power on changing the air temperature. Plus, we’re already some cool motherfuckers. The ride down went pretty smooth. 5 am... Continue Reading →
It wasn't like a thing. It wasn't like a day. It was like once in a while. Twice in a while. So on and so on. It becomes something like an obsession. Letting go. This thing. Letting go. These things. Letting go. This stuff. This shit. This shit that was killing me every day. Letting... Continue Reading →
It's getting more real.
The Time Traveler 