Maybe the reason I feel untethered is that I am not taking pictures--

I have never been so aware of my body or my thoughts.

Maybe I need external evidence.


I get drunk too fast, fall in love too fast, trample myself in my haste to do what is already done.


My heartbeat can still catch me off guard, telling me what my mind didn't yet know.


My friend died. I said that, but I don't want her gone so I'll say it again. I found out three years after it happened. Three years. This is one of my best friends. Knowledge can be so silent and so devastating. The internet has nothing to offer on this. The real world has nothing to offer.

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