Depression

I’m feeling MUCH better each day….

The blog’s been heavy on navel-gazing and light on fucking lately. There are reasons. I’m working on it.

An Alpine slide, some skinned flesh, and what pain can teach when you stop trying to outrun it.

V noticed I’ve gone quiet. She’s right. The signs are all there — less writing, less meditating, more porn, worse diet, and worst of all, I’ve been sneaking cigarettes.