“I think all writing is a disease. You can’t stop it.” – William Carlos Williams
My eyes cracked to the cold just after five in the morning. I’d been up twice to, “wizzle,” as a thru-hiker had called it the day before, but otherwise, my brutalized body had enjoyed a whiskey induced seven hours of sleep in my hammock. The first fifteen or so minutes were spent unmoving, still fetal-ly curled against the cold I hadn’t sufficiently packed for on...
“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world, I mean everybody — no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds… Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe.” Neil Gaiman Fact #1: Somewhere...
Here I’ll talk about the moose running into us. Maybe talk about soe places in maine. maybe refer to getting stuck in the hummer years ago in the middle of nowhere and having to get towed out – another story for another time…
This is an update on May 28 to see if the post gets an updated date