I’ve peed behind dumpsters, on beaches, in alleys, gardens, parking lots, yards—and yet I was here, in this bathroom, I-can-pee-anywhere-ing in a space created for people who can’t.
F is for Fermata
I don’t know what home means without you.
What Climbing a Cascade Volcano Feels Like
Cognitive functions deteriorate with exhaustion; I once hallucinated midnight bicyclists and figures running through the woods after summiting Mt. Rainier.
Hotkeys, Hot Peas, and How to Tell the Difference
Want to know about other types of spaces? Of course you don’t. I’m gonna tell you.
In Uncertainty I Am Certain
I’m committing to following this path as best I can, although I can’t see the turns ahead and everyone disagrees about the map.
Black-Eyed Peas
When Joanna and I bought groceries the next day from a store unironically named Winn-Dixie, the cashier chatted with us about our beer and asked, “So what are ya’ll doing later today?” in a way that made me feel rude for not including her.