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everything is not fine
I don’t know what the hell is going on anymore. I’m about one media story or a bit of bad news away from walking into the sea with a handful of edibles and a bottle of whiskey, where, ideally, I’ll be immediately swallowed by a whale. Sometimes after reading a thing even more disturbing than the last deranged thing I read about, I’ve considered faking my death and moving to a cave to ride out the final days of Earth. Not a solid plan, however, since I don’t eat meat and, to sustain my solo cave-life, would be forced to forage for berries that would no doubt cause me to diarrhea…
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the art of letting go
One evening, in August of 2018, three of my oldest friends and I were gathered around a patio table. Like we always do when we’re together, we were sharing absurd stories and laughing our heads off when a literal head fell from the sky and landed right in front of me. There was a collective stunned silence followed by a slow chorus of what in the hell? Though it became clear a crow had dropped it, I couldn’t help but think the Universe had used that bird to send me a particularly dramatic message. When I looked up, it was just sitting there, perched atop the roof, looking rather smug that…