I have a friend right now who is probably gonna travel to another country and search for a wife. And I wanna be like, dude, wherever you go, there you are. If you go looking for her, you'll never find her. But if you stay and look for yourself, then she will find you.
This year, however, was dead silent.
Did I even have a mouth? My pages ran dry. A dense grey fog rolled in so slowly I didn't feel it coming. I just knew that one day, everything looked hazy and far away and slow and
so
so
quiet.
My goal at the beginning of 2021 was to get fabulously rich and write a bestselling book. I figured that to do so, I'd need to grow my network. I wanted to make
I can't get this conversation out of my head.
10 months ago, I met this woman who I really liked despite her voice being
tired, her body slumped, her words slow and unsteady.
