From a self-effacing admission of the true depths of my laziness to a rather inconsequential, yet poignant, realization of the folly of youth.
From a place ensconced in darkness to some mild revelations... hey, it's summer. Don't expect Ginsberg over here.
Another late night ramble, just because there's a mic and an endless supply of nights.
When it feels like -21C in the AFTERNOON, I start thinking of vacation plans for the summer while hibernating.
I remembered, in the middle of the night, that I needed to take to the road.
Happy August everyone!