I wrote that “Life is a collection of feeling woozy in various places.” Later, I found out I was just iron deficient.
Recently, a friend genuinely asked me why I like horror so much, and it prompted me to verbalize the reasoningContinue Reading
Everyone dies twice: The day you die, and the last time anyone says your name.
My parents were a smidgen older than I am now when they thrust me into existence. I didn’t have much say in the matter, but I showed up and immediately started acting like I did.
It’s like a well-oiled gear of a vehicle saying “everything is great!” while the car is driving off a cliff.