about function.
remember that time, when stuff happened and all that? also, where the hell was everyone?
seven, plus or minus two.
music ‘highway’ by gone for good.
memory we have that we don’t know we have.
how do we represent what we know? together like a casserole.
i had an experience like this recently, and wrote about it over at (in)courage.
it’s important to me to be honest with you about what this single life feels like- the parts that are a joy and the parts that are hard and the time when it is both.
i love my job and i think it’s awesome. 