Fade

I64, 2014

The internet never, never fails to make me feel small and wretched. When I feel small outdoors it's an experience of the sublime, why not here?

But I did things today. I cooked breakfast, wrote, organized my closet, contemplated furniture rearrangement, drove to a new post office, spent five hours with a new friend I really like, sat by an empty pool next to a ripped hammock watching the sunset fade and the fireflies light up. And then I came in and looked at facebook and tumblr and facebook until I felt shitty about myself again. This is what the early bedtimes are supposed to prevent.

Rush 

North Atlantic, Nov. 2014