The smell is the first thing that gets to you. I still remember walking towards this place two months ago. The smell got me then, too. There's something unique about the smell of
(Content warning: suicide) I showed this picture to my wife, and her first words were "wow, I would frame this… except that it doesn't feel right framing someone's tragedy…" And even though there
I am still me. It feels weird to say that. Or rather, it feels weird to have doubted that. But I guess that's what this past year has been: doubts about assumptions that
"Let's get lunch." Lock door. Hold hands. Walk, walk, walk. Closed. Sigh. Hold hands. Walk, walk, walk. Finally. Pay. Eat. Leave. Hold hands. Walk, walk Look up. Newton's third law. For every action,
There are so many ways to wait. And even when you're going hard, sometimes you're also waiting — for an opportunity… for a break… for something to go wrong… There are so many ways