Tunnels

In high school — a much gentler time — in the sighing hour after school let out, when I was supposed to be walking home to my nervous mother, I would sometimes dawdle around campus, haunting the hallways without need of a hall pass, breathing in the open-air spaces between buildings, poking at the toys …

Sifting, Drifting

I think I’m naturally wired to quickly get bored. The moment I learn a thing, do a thing, go somewhere, get settled in, I look up and around for the next nugget of interest, sifting through the chaos. My hobbies and lifestyle reflect this. When it comes to supporting myself, I’m definitely a factory-worker kind …