I have nearly lost any hope that our planet will escape a climate disaster. As people say, the planet will survive, but humans may not. This planet, the only one that supports life in the entire universe that we know, is dying. We are killing it. We know.
I've been writing since I was 11. One day, while waiting at the shopping center for my mother, I pulled out my phone and started typing short notes into my memos on my Samsung Galaxy Ace (period of the smartphone Enlightenment).* This simple act developed into a long-lasting
Writing is stitching words together to create meaning. I appreciate the rules language has to organize objects via verbal proxies, with building blocks, exceptions, and fine features. Words have magic, and the act of writing is akin to performing magic. This blog is about my thoughts and principles for life,