Sunday Morning Thoughts: 6.10.18

This will not be the pity parade bummer of last week. Nor with it be sunshine and bullshit. The whole of my existence is between those two, never nearing one side too often.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 1.7.18

So. I got another stamp in the ol’ passport. And a few more pages gone from blank to scribbles in the pocket notebook I had, with cheesy poetics, dedicated to only being used for travel. A good few leaves filled out, as went with this summer. Though different. Each time, each way, each day- all…