Wednesday, March 28, 2018

It's not life, sweetie. It's you.
Free writing.
Free thinking.
Free anxiety.
Not stopping.
Letting it all out.
Like a breath.
Like a sigh.
Like a moment.
It says bye.
That it'll try.
Get un-preoccupied.
Because FYI.
There's no more time.

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Is that even a hobby?
Eat real fast,
eat real hard.
Eat like trash,
Eat, like, carbs.

Friday, March 23, 2018

I just got back home from a work trip to Toronto. Halfway during the Uber ride back to my place from Laguardia, a number of firetrucks with their sirens and lights blaring passed by. I didn't think anything of it but when I stepped out of the car onto the sidewalk of my block, the smell of a fire somewhere was instant. There's still a faint sound of helicopters hovering somewhere nearby.

Sunday, March 18, 2018

"The phrase keeps flying around in my head like a bat, fluttering and flapping and slapping at the corners of an attic."

From the book Sing, Unburied, Sing by Jesmyn Ward. Page 169.

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Wednesday, March 07, 2018

There's nothing that humming can't get you through.

Tuesday, March 06, 2018

"Wait for it."

From so many good memes.

Friday, March 02, 2018

Well then, what is it you'd like to do all day, Johnny?