Jun 20, 2016
There is a picture when I am 16 of my father and I in the identical position while playing basketball in our driveway.
I am playing defense against him but somehow are bodies are mirror images for the moment.
He and I were away this week. In the jungle, while being fitted for helmets in order to zip-line,
Jun 8, 2016
Let me report I understand this:
If you don’t hold a golf club correctly, you will not swing it right.
You gotta start at the beginning.
Jun 7, 2016
It’s midnight and I am stuffing my face with almond butter I made when I was conscious.
My body unreasonably insists on eating.
Jun 3, 2016
I don’t think anyone ever woke-up and thought
“I am living in ordinary times.”
As a species, we have always rigidly thought: these are the end times, the new times, a shallow echo of a utopian past, or at the dawn of a grand future.