” He will see himself and life and the world as truly as our human limitations will permit; realizing the brevity and the minuteness of human life, he will realize also that in individual minds is concentrated whatever of value the known universe contains.” – Bertrand Russell
I have this notebook. I notebook where I write down sentences, poems, fragments of books that strike me.
I rarely, if ever, wear stripes. It’s just not my thing.
Growing up and having responsibilities. Yeah, that happens to everyone.
You know how some weeks you just want to forget?
Okay Okay, see when I like something I can get a little obsessed with it.
Sometimes you just need to get a coffee from your favorite coffee shop – holler holler at SuperCoffee! – and get shit done like the boss lady you are.
Growing up, in school, I was bullied. A lot. Well, enough that it felt like a lot, and certainly more than others.
Let me tell you the tale of a traitor.
…have you noticed one? No? Yes? Can you see what’s different about me?
