They’re melancholic, messy, awkward.
But They’re mine.
And I’m glad for you to read them.
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They’re melancholic, messy, awkward.
But They’re mine.
And I’m glad for you to read them.
To continue reading more stories, click on the “Menu” icon just below the header
I’m leaving this little blog shortly, maybe within the coming months. I’m slowly moving my archive off this site which has been the home for my imagination for over ten years. I’m joining the migration to Substack: https://substack.com/@theedgesofthings If you have a profile, I’d love to connect. I’ve found the platform more conducive to my … More Adieu to You
I brought him home in a taped-up box. I wasn’t planning on taking the old cat. I had visited many times before and this was supposed to be just another play date. Something clicked somewhere, like he told me to do it. His meowing kept my heart rate up on the drive. I kept telling … More Charlie
I thought the world would stop for me. I thought I would live longer than the corporations I saw the birth of. I thought we were going to change it all. But nothing changed, even though everything did. It was selfish, self-centered and narcissistic of me. Deep down in our spleen, we all are. Music … More Pluto