(Because why not stay up until 3 AM drawing comics?)
-deep narrator voice- The two found themselves, for the third time in a month, on a road trip. At 8:38 PM. Were they crazy? Maybe a little bit. Maybe a lot bit. But they were happy. And that’s all that mattered.
Like a two year old, I’m starting to re-marvel at the mind, and how the people around us can only infer so much from the things we deliberately say. It’s like that quote from Murakami I always circle back to, whenever I feel tired or misunderstood or whatever: “I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.” … More The Morning
There are more sparklers, quiet starts, sputters and spins than full blown fireworks. The most exciting one is the giant sno-cone styled one that L chose. It shoots off for a solid minute, pauses, spits more sparks, stops, fountain of light. We don’t trust it when it stops going off. A runs over to pour beer into it. … More Fourth of July Weekend
I suppose in the end it’s a desperate struggle to make room for yourself in this world, by leaving behind stories, hoping they’ll suffice and be able to construct a near perfect image of our souls. A carbon dating for the experiences we’ll have buried. It’s terrifying, the yawning void. I used to be scared … More Daily Blog #474 : Of writing and telling people too much
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We went to Breckenridge this afternoon, and it was all a series of serendipitous synchronicity. We had initially been hesitant to venture outside, since there were so many people on Main Street. Right as we found parking, after we went around in circles, it began to rain. And when it started to pour, all the crowds dispersed, as if welcoming our hermit presence. … More Dreaming at 12,000 ft
There’s an upper level to ruggedness. We all have one. Well. I hit mine today when we veered off the boulder-infested roads, dipped into a steep hill, sped manically through unpaved meadow, plowed on forward towards another steep hill, faced an intimidatingly 90 degrees towards the cloudy skies, and found ourselves staring at the physically insurmountable mound of dirt, unable to move forwards or back. … More The One Where We Get Lost In The Woods And Stuck On A Steep Backroads Dirt Mound In The Middle Of A Storm
Sitting on the balcony of a condo near Breckenridge, Colorado. Facing the mountains, rolling hills, pine trees, mountain homes. It’s cold outside. Late June. My headache is starting to subside. Of course, I would be the one to exceed the maximum dosage 4x on an empty stomach, rolling through cycles of intensity in five long, … More Jump Street & Symphony of Moo’s
Sitting by the creek with a coffee and bagel. Listening to the running water, comforting and consistent. I’m across the place where we saw the deer yesterday, who greeted us with her presence and loped off. This morning, I peeked on Instagram and saw a video by a friend that I needed to see. A … More By the Creek with a Coffee
Words can’t describe how happy I am. We’re in the tiny house right now in Colorado. Colorado! It’s besides a creek, with a deck, outdoor seating, and adorable tiny house amenities–including some pots and pans: I just made some hibiscus tea. As I stepped out of the truck, weary and curious, a deer stood across … More Off-Roading In The Mountains
The Plaza Hotel In the morning, we woke up and packed our bags. Our first and last night at The Plaza Hotel, once called “The Belle of the Southwest,” built in 1882, overlooking Old Town Plaza Park, where they’d held a summer evening concert the night we arrived. For dinner, we had ordered pineapple pepperoni … More Beauty in the Desert
In a half awake haze, I saw myself sitting at a train station. It looked like the train station on 34st. I was sitting on the train bench outside, waiting for the train to arrive. Waiting and waiting. So I waited and waited and waited and waited. At some point, though, I realized that the … More Train Station
wind mills oil pumps slug bug ranch second amendment man statue cadillac ranch midpoint restaurant route 66 welcome to new mexico road 104 here without a plan we climb altitudes past dipping canyon sides suggestive haze of mountains faraway distance we share the road with nobody but ourselves there’s no service – no cars – … More iPhone Notes in New Mexico