solstice, 2015, 52.76 years old.
regarding dates, i have a score of unedited bits that hope to be published soon. i will try to serve them soon. they will be dated between this past July and now.
here on the 21st of december, i look back at the trove of words the flew through my fingers. i will try to honour them with the light of day.
hence, i may not publish chronologically. hilarious word that, contains 'logic'
the nice thing about cider is that it promotes a gentle recklessness, where surrender hits faster than simple breathing alone. i advocate both, for certain, but i understand why i imbibe from time to time.