I don’t know if anyone really understands the mechanism in me that contemplates crazy shit in the name of mental exploration. I remember one time I was writing in my journal about thinking about heroin, and all my friends flipped out like I was seriously considering trying it. Sometimes when you look down from the [...]

Inexplicably, there is a Burt Bacharach LP on my bedroom floor.
It’s one of the very many items in my new place that I neither remember obtaining or have any real use for. The majority of what surrounds me are things I haven’t seen in more than 7 months, and if I had any connection to [...]