morning
Waking up early on a Sunday morning: sunny and cool and delicious and so much pollen in the air I want to claw my skin off. Life balances itself out.
I am in here.
Waking up early on a Sunday morning: sunny and cool and delicious and so much pollen in the air I want to claw my skin off. Life balances itself out.
You Are Not a Machine, by Jaron Lanier
Boarding the plane and finding my seat. The man in the aisle seat in front of me gets up to let his seat mate in, and he’s got this cute patterned sweater on and I’m thinking to myself, “What the hell kind of man wears a patterned knit sweater on an airplane in public?” and … Continue reading On the plane yesterday