sTORIES FROM THE
CENTER OF THE STORM
discovering joy in every molecule
The fire is open because it needs more air and I need air too. I find myself clutching at my notebook, as if osmosis might free me. I'm feeling stuck, in my life in general, and ornery in this particular moment. I'm trying to cheer myself up by tearing whole states out of the atlas and feeding them to the fire. Burn Wyoming BURN.