# 165

April 28, 2016

They’re in the trees, they’re by the door and look up high, here come […]

# 164

April 21, 2016

I don’t like funerals. Never have. They make no sense to me. They’re chilly, […]

# 163

April 14, 2016

I like structure and order and routine and ritual, so I can bounce around […]

# 162

April 8, 2016

I’m sitting in a McDonald’s near Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania having a terrible latté and looking […]

# 161

April 1, 2016

Walking down streets I’ve walked for a million years it seems – instantly familiar […]