I have known for years what my final tattoo would be, and now that I have it, the full picture is complete. Continue reading The Final Tattoo: Idiot, Slow Down
We are the culmination of our experiences.
Our experiences are the result of our choices.
Our choices are the product of our temperament.
Our temperament is a gift of birth. Continue reading 10 Cities / 10 Years: Consummatum est
I’m using this space to say thank you to those whose lives became intertwined with mine throughout this past decade, for better or for worse (for me, mostly the former; for them, mostly the latter). This was a solitary journey for the majority of the years, yet I didn’t do it on my own. Continue reading The Final Day: A Thank You Note