“That’s a nice thing you are doing there,” they say, my pack open and ready to deposit trail trash within. It strikes me as a cavalcade of tourists pass me how that sounds in my head, like praising a toddler for cleaning up after playing with their toys. The past few years have left me …
Tag Archives: Thoughts
Snowscape
One of my favorite memories was alone in the cold. The fluffed park was keeping my heartbeat slow, the cap on my head doing the same for my mind. The circumstances of how this came to pass are hazy, much in the same way dreams plunge yourself into vivid mindscapes; once you awake, the dream …
Writing in C Major 