[Pulled from journal archives . Perhaps it could be useful to someone, but on rereading sounds a blt trite in certain areas.] There’s nothing that
When I was really young, maybe ten years old, I loved mazes, both solving them and creating them. That was decades ago, prior to personal
January 20, 10:07pm I thought I had mushrooms all figured out—I would eat breakfast and wait for 5 hours and make a tea from the
Saturday night Sterling texted me at 6:30pm to see if I wanted to go to a sweat lodge. I was about to ignore and/or say