I feel embryonic again, uncertain of who I am, or where I'm going. I feel beginnings stirring, deep, deep down, where I can't yet reach them. I'm both being picky and with who I invite into my life and indiscriminately inviting chaos with as many new people as possible, and I'm in the flow of things that way, always exactly where I need to be. I'm ( Read more... )

Writing letters and making mix tapes - so deeply satisfying ( Read more... )