JUNE 23, 2017
A fever is treatable, and so is an infection. But you'll never find the infection you can't see if you only care about getting rid of the fever you can see
When I lived west-side I would glance at the blue hills, sometimes, and feel as if I was just too small to appreciate so much beauty. I can't experience all the love I want to feel, all the time, because I am not large enough. I am insufficient.
When the dark came upon me, it came suddenly. It was a car accident on a rainy night. A series of relational upheavals. Chronic pain. Depression. Grief.
From where does the dark come?
Where I pretend to be a hip Instagram photographer: