March 25, 2016
I’m having trouble starting this essay. Do I begin with Zoe’s request to “sleep on a train,” or do I talk about my own feelings on this journey, or do I just start with the trip itself? I have started the same sentence over and over. I think because this trip is so big, so grand, that it’s hard to know where exactly to start.
March 17, 2016
I’ve been meaning to report back on my guerrilla art project. I’d say it was successful. It didn’t change the world or anything, but it made a few people smile and that was my goal so I’ll chalk it up as a win.
July 4, 2013
December 7, 2011
October 12, 2011
I was on fire today. No, not literally. None of my body parts was physically engulfed in flames. I just mean I was on fire. Highly productive.