The reminder I spent years trying to silence
My alarm went off yesterday morning, and I hated it the way I always do. Not the sound, but the fact it went off. Something external deciding when my day
My alarm went off yesterday morning, and I hated it the way I always do. Not the sound, but the fact it went off. Something external deciding when my day
The bus takes you somewhere your old identity doesn't work. The hardest part isn't the new city. It's belonging nowhere while you rebuild.
I didn't want my kid growing up seeing me stare at a rectangle more often than I looked at him. What surprised me wasn't peace or productivity. It was how quickly the world regained texture.
For years I checked my phone at every red light. No reason. The reach wasn't about the screen. It was about the half-second of stillness before it.
One year I played Football Manager for fifteen hundred hours. Two full months handed to a world that couldn't judge me or ask where my life was heading.