I spent a sober January under a blanket of thick, wet snow. I spent some time combing contact lists for somebody who might know how to traverse the terrain and the traffic without getting lost in the glow of a phone. How to align all the stars in our eyes and whether it’s worth an attempt to follow them home
Always thought at this age I would be settling in to a major city. Always thought at this age I would be further than I am now. Ana and I drove the length of Nebraska and talked opportunities we couldn’t pass up, about the idea of movement as purpose and wanting to capture it all
You’re draining your battery down and calling your friends back home. If everyone’s out in the weeds, that’s where you’ll grow
You’re draining your battery down and calling your friends back home. I know I perpetually owe you a phone call, but talking is either a bridge or a brick wall. Caught in the context, stuck on the subject. Draining your battery down
This city’s bent out of shape, still treading water in the greatest lakes. Comparing notes on time and space and where we should be at this age
