Ideally, you say, you want it all -mapped out. There are no directions if you don’t know where you want to go. What am I saying? I don’t know. The thing just formed in my head in response to bits and pieces of things. That’s the way of it…...
The handwritten page Trying a new way of getting my handwritten stuff onto here. Seems like scanning my journal page into Google docs works a treat… So maybe I can be more consistent at doing this… Not sure what the point is yet but I’ll figure that...
I scanned today’s page for my journal and converted it to text using OCR – Kind of a mess. But I really love the random shit I have no control over… it sort of says a bunch of things but maybe it’s messed up. I am going to post it as is. Just to make...
I promised myself I would do this. Starting today. Late in the evening at the end of the day… I get ’round to-it. Reflecting on the day. A random thought this morning about being suicidal at seven… I think I was seven. Why was that? No clue… but...
Wolfie... Running through the forest with urgency and hunger… Little Red is close at hand. Click to get this image on a variety of stuff from RedBubble....
