I went home and sat beside the lake and let my old life dissolve out the receding view of a rearview mirror as I drove towards other things, as I would find what mattered what mattered what mattered
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We Are Drowning, How Should We Kill Our Time?
PoetryThis collection of stream of consciousness prose was written during a very special time in my life. I left the city following a massive burnout, and lived in the country for months. I began a garden, cut most of my ties to the outside world, and wro...
