Sometimes I feel trapped. The other day, when I last posted, I felt trapped. It's the claustrophobia of emotional tunnel vision and narrow-minded thinking. I fled the house for the isolation of the desert. I didn't take the camera; while I've enjoyed capturing the scenery, I really just needed somewhere calm and unoccupied which the desert is to ( Read more... )

Yeah, so I couldn't stay away from LJ ( Read more... )

If I was my 2000 self and a version of me from 2007 came to visit me and said that he was living in the middle of the Mojave Desert and that today he went to finalize his enrollment in pharmacy school in Los Angeles, followed by treating himself to a Starbucks Frappucino while eagerly listening to NPR with his girlfriend so that they could donate ( Read more... )

things that need not grace my ears ever again ( Read more... )