Echo Chamber

Yesterday felt way more hectic than it actually was, but while it was happening I thought the sky looked fragile enough to break.

I have a lot of fires in my mind right now, and a lot of voices from within saying things that I can’t validate.

Right away I was conflicted: There are 13 people on the team, but I'm the only North American.

A year and a half later and I’ve never experienced anything like that since.

I can’t distinguish where the fantasy of it begins.

Within the hour I was having the time of my life!

Writing out my interpersonal problems at work isn’t actually good for me.

Writing comes naturally to me, but at the same time I hear myself nagging at me about how it’s a waste of time.

My younger iterations are painful simulacra to recall, not for anything truly painful, but for the cringe I’m afflicted with when entering the halls of my memory.

On my way to work this morning I was thinking about how weird it is that I exist because two humans, who are only slightly older than me, just felt like making me one night in August 1987.

I had a cat named Grizzly Bear.