I spent five days on the Bonnaroo farm and flew back to Portland yesterday. I fell asleep before my plane lifted off from Dallas. In the air, I woke up thinking we were still on the ground. I was saying “No no no no no no!”. Was I dead or dying or reliving someone else’s […]
life is an attempt to make you feel naive and death is an attempt to make you feel humble. when do i get to enjoy myself? and should i address this to God, even if he isn’t there?