In my next life, may I be a well cared for hedgehog
I've been playing around with the idea of reincarnation lately. I'm not a scientist or a philosopher and I'm sure there are all kinds of problems with everything I'm going to write, but let's go with it because it's interesting from an academic sense.
Very superstitious/writing's on the wall
It's been a rough year. For me, and for my people I know and love. Cancer of the brain. Cancer of the breast. Herniated discs. Surgeries. Loss of jobs. And every time something happened this year, I found myself reaching for old patterns of survival, prayer being one of them.
What good is it to gain the whole world but lose
Being poor and then being successful, the experience has made everything so clear to me. We're doing it all wrong. And I can't stop thinking how to do it better. Maybe not for the entire world, maybe change just starts with me, but I have no idea what that should look like and I need to know.
The end of things
If you've ever seen my Instagram account, you might notice that I'm rarely featured in the
The Prophets
So Ezekiel cooked his food over human shit & I think
about Michelin chefs, how the really good ones
are
I hate the Internet, the way it pretends to be your friend
The older I get, the more I realize that back in college, when I was trying to figure out what to do for a career, I let my insurmountable fear of being poor get the better of me. Code starts to die the moment you write it. I should have been (should be?) a poet.
Columbo & Covid
Watching Columbo and even more recent shows that pretend Covid doesn't exist, I am, at first, nostalgic for the world before the pandemic. It's not long until my mind turns to wondering when the anxiety and trauma will leave our bodies.
