This time last year I was in the Indian Himalayas, spending my days basking in solitude, seeking the serene, the isolated. Before, I had always preferred interaction to isolation. I thrived off of the social, was known as an extrovert. … Read More
“We always did the same things every day: we went into the toy store and rearranged all the Rubik’s Cubes. We went into the library and looked at the medical encyclopedias or biographies of old ugly white guys in wigs.”
Memories may fade as distance grows wider between ourselves and our young selves, but one thing remains constant: if we dig down deep into the recesses of our experiences, hold light up to the seeds of our current moment, brush off the dust, we might find something worth writing about.