Words – jari m

The last piece I wrote in 2020

I think it’s incomplete.

These letters, like this promise, is not for you.

This time last year I was bawling my eyes out in a public restroom.

\ ˈsmī(-ə)l \

Dark humor, space shenanigans, evil corporations. Oh, and a Murderbot.

What does it mean to be free? Spoken word poetry.

So we are still telling stories and we are still reading them.

I will live my whole life trying to capture the ephemeral. I will stretch our few seconds into eternities.

Ann Patchett calls this book “a universal donor –I would recommend it to anyone, everyone”. I agree.

I may say that hallucinations and delusions are positively parasitic, but let it never be said I denounced all flights of fantasy.