where do you think you’re going? // aka another thing about dead friends, death, and also life
aaryn would have been 44 yesterday. he died suddenly last winter, of a heart attack, while hiking with his dog in the bay area. i knew him in pittsburgh and then i knew him in the bay area. i didn’t know him at all for years, he disappeared sometimes into his complicated life. he didContinue reading “where do you think you’re going? // aka another thing about dead friends, death, and also life”
how i stopped hating walt whitman
A drunk, sweaty man crashed my 13th birthday party, wearing a crooked, curly wig. “I’m Valter Vitman. I’m Walt Whitman’s cousin,” he bellowed. I knew him, he wasn’t Valt-freakin’-anybody. He was my neighbor Wilbur (name changed to protect the freaky), a grown man going to great lengths to make fun of a child. Maybe ifContinue reading “how i stopped hating walt whitman”
luck is believing you’re lucky.
maybe a month or two ago, a. and i were on a bike trip. we rode about 35 miles out, camped at the free hiker-biker campsite, and rode back the next day. it was a really fun and special trip for multiple reasons, mostly because a. is one of the most magical people i’ve everContinue reading “luck is believing you’re lucky.”
ocean capewell 