Even though I returned from my first year of uni and am supposed to be Different and Mature and Older, I feel strangely younger than ever, like I’m pulling a Benjamin Button in dragging slo-mo. 255 more words
Writer’s block. Backspacing. Typing. No, no. Backspacing some more. Typing. All in your mind as you grapple with what words to string along to elucidate these nebulous thoughts floundering around in your head. 196 more words
Here’s to the thermally coolest start of summer I have ever experienced. It’s refreshing albeit humid–I’m just about ready to doze off any second now. VANS propped up on the car dashboard; I’m curled up in the front seat ruminating about ruminating. It is 1 PM.