Sometimes I forget that there are people who love me and who I love for no reason other than they exist.

Sometimes I forget that there are people who love me and who I love for no reason other than they exist.
I wonder how much of my life i’ve spent in public restrooms.
I can’t help but notice all the discarded Christmas trees that have started to line the roads waiting to be picked up. Waiting to rot and decay and become compost for a future years tree. There’s something about the image of all these discarded trees that captures how I’ve come to feel about Christmas and [...]