Musing

The perils of scheduling posts.

My mind mystifies me. On the one hand, I crave certainty. On the other, I crave risk.

They’re for real.

All communication should come with stage directions.

Five in a drawer, two smoked, two remaining. I never said math was among my talents.

On the one hand, I like it.

I’m a hungry ghost, desperately seeking certain feelings, desperately seeking to escape other feelings.

“Criminal alien” is the language of demonization, not enforcement. Immigrants don’t scare me. White nationalist sociopaths? They terrify me.

The three stories I tell myself, over and over, and what they might say about me.

I’m scared.