Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Sixteen: Secrets are the prisons we build for ourselves.
A word, here, about overthinking. I physically looked at apartments out in the world today. My search transitioning to actual meatspace locations has now made the entire thing real, like before it was just a fanciful notion but now we’re actually DOING shit. It’s a good feeling. The journey of a thousand miles, and all […]