If You Understand, or If You Don’t

Remembering the time in the dorm, late spring 95, on a 3-way call with Pam and Karen having a really good chat and smiling, when I loaded my CD player, put earbud to phone, and played part of Enigma’s “The Dream of the Dolphin”, and they loved it. That was a special moment in time. …

Icosiennial

Twenty years ago, I remember feeling hope. Was working a shit job doing overnight front desk at a hotel, night audit. Living in my mother’s rented house. Scratching my ankles every day because the carpets were still tainted from the flea bombs we set while moving in nine months prior. Glaring at the daylight streaming …