Outside is too uncertain. Outside is too uncontrolled. Weather is outside. I will leave my house to be inside somewhere else.
Kindness shouldn’t be radical, but it is.
Here’s some advice. Decide what/how you feel about it.
The Muse will eventually know to show up with inspiration. If they don’t, I’ll be there anyway, typing bullshit like this until the words come.
So many people don’t know where to get “ideas”.
A sampling of my vague ideas and lists of things that could be something.
This doesn’t mean that I don’t have shit to say. This doesn’t mean that I my life holds no significance.
a public declaration of policy and aims