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Ojosfinos · Enya – Only Time (Ojosfinos Cumbiiita remix) We all know our fine lines. We can’t wash them away, and they only deepen with age. Some are more fluid than others, and we’re always most fluid with ourselves, but all lines have a watershed moment, a stack that leads to an infamous last straw, Read more

When I put on the orange hat to leave my cabin in the woods, I submit to the hunter. It is his forest right now, and it’d be in vain to protest. So I put on that hat and I stay alive. When I’m driving and I hit an opossum at full speed mangling its Read more

I changed my mind very quickly, but I still find lovely aspirations in the idea. I love lakes. I love ethical leisure. I think it’s good to have goals even if after you reach them the goal posts inevitably move. I think it’s good to reach for the unreachable. I don’t think it’s good to Read more

We are such products of the people who raise us and the places they raise us in. I’m so thankful to have been bred a chameleon. Part of me wants to stay, but more of me needs to go. Love letters are not written to places but to people. I don’t need place, but I Read more

Bouncing from place to place making sure everybody loves him and nobody knows him. I don’t know why I wrote that in third person. The data is hard to follow, hard to map, and supplied by myself, so it’s biased, flawed, inaccurate, and quite variable. I’m worried I’ll fail my stats class, but I’m more Read more

As they tied me up with the rope I once so longed for, I took a long, deep, final breath in. You’d think becoming a villain might feel good, but it’s actually quite painful. And then you burn for your crimes. Maybe that’ll feel good. I’ve never quit a job I loved before, but I Read more

I can’t afford therapy, but the vape is $20 and sometimes it actually does put me back together tearing apart the delicate tissues of my lungs in the process. Sex is easy. Love is hard. Don’t ever equate the two no matter how tied they seem. Sex is not love. Love does not require sex. Read more

I couldn’t care less about the economy. Economic growth won’t bring him back to me. It’s ironic to think that way, because economic growth is precisely what brings people to me. I am a white man with an office in Lower Manhattan. Hundreds to thousands of bombs each year let me live without fear. The Read more

Nietzsche argues we ought to die proudly and before our lives get too pathetic. I wish I could take his advice, but I am unfortunately a fighter. Sometimes I wish I could just let things happen to me. The people who see the planet burning, but don’t seem to care or wonder what they could Read more