i kinda feel it. this amalgam, jumble of thoughts. wings on my feet and wishing for a safer tomorrow. in a world that makes increasingly less sense by the minute, the need to know is vast, and often

I'm a much worse person when I'm not writing. I get too much time inside my head, and that almost never leads to good things. Which in turn leads me to write even when I should be stopping and recharging

I might not know how to clap on the rhythm, and I sure as Hell don't do too good at keeping a cycle, but there is one thing I got going regular like clockwork, and that's the need to leave every time the

I break up the day into different coffeeshop visits, while traveling. Which isn't to say I don't enjoy a relaxed, balcony brew. It gives the day a certain specific cadence, I find. You can more easily

I'm sitting here, wondering what's so awful about yoga that no one wants to do it. My Sunday morning class just got cancelled. It was lucky for me, since I broke my toe Thursday, but couldn't really afford

it's true there's much nicer beachfronts than the black sea. for years, in fact, i shunned its peculiar charms, having discovered places abroad that are cheaper, cleaner, and overall just more appealing

What is it about Hive people that just feels so much more real...? Was one question I asked as we were winding down the calle during those last few Alicante hours. Maybe some of you will know what I'm

well, it's been a minute since i did a #ttt (ahoj, @ablaze!), but i thought today might be a good day, so here we go. i'm dressing up my dreams and stripping down my legs, looking back to where we were

Last time we were in Ireland, we only spent time in the capital (minus a brief day outing nearby). And lovely though it may be, this time, I was determined to see some of the green, nature-y bits as well.

that's a long title for a post, i know, but it's also the things i've been meaning all day to say. i'm not 100% convinced things happened in that order, though. it's just been a great big old day of grief,

I just came back from a whirlwind trip through Ireland and the UK. With fewer sleep hours than I'd like but a looot of love and joy in my heart, I'm still reeling and somewhat refusing to leave the journey

who’s gonna grind these bastards down...?

root to rise & goodbye to grow

What a difference a year makes. Has been one thing on my mind, as well as (repeatedly), how worth it it would all have been, you know? All the good things that got missed. And couldn't you have had a day

my slippers are becoming torn. my house slippers, only that's not what i'm looking for. i'm looking for shoes that will support my souls. i'm sorry, i mean my soles, and my ankle which hurts and never

one of the best words i know in my native language is this. cuprind. means to grasp, but also to envelop with the arms. to bring to the self, but also within yourself, and as such, can refer to people

We've always collected books. Through communism and censorship, my grandfather collected books. Good books. Old books. His books. Which he never published. He got chummy with the Commies for a while, after

Last night, I went to see the latest space offering, Project Hail Mary, with @graveyardpat. After the Andy Weir book, which I hadn't read, though I did enjoy The Martian back in the day. I've gotta say,

i had this strange idea while i was lying in bed. i was taking my temperature. eyes closed. i was humming inside my head a song. a paris paloma. a feminist sorta song. it was one of those thoughts without

I'd been meaning to catch something at the Estates Theater a long time. Some of you may remember when my infatuation with the Czech National Theatre began, years before, when I didn't think I could ever