76 – Low Tide

Don’t strain yourself reading into this, I’ll just tell you – it’s a metaphor for anxiety. That’s what it is. I’m anxious and thinking about sea urchins and writhing clenching things in my belly. The tide goes out again, and leaves behinda pack of things that should by rights have shellsprefer to be protected by …

59 – Empty Mirror

So we’ve been tripping on Camus and absurdism and Buddhism and a lot of pot here for about a week – not that any of that is new in the grand scheme of my life, just moved to the front burner and fully boiling at the moment. We have reached a thrilling new stage of …

9 – In the Drain Trap

Just full-bore rambling, children; this works so much better when I have no idea what the fuck I’m talking about. There’s some kind of life lesson in that. Something about the ocean, and maybe pollution and climate change a bit. I guess I imagined what a mermaid would have to say, if they existed and …