A whole post written on a treadmill.
“Those old notebooks (plural because, I guess if we’re being honest, there’s also the dream journal I haven’t really done much with; and then that nature / prose book I was going to do little watercolors in) represented a past self. A WORSE self.”
2018 was fucking crazy.
The key to learning how to watercolor is to keep watercoloring. But when that fails, here are a few fool-proof tips.
I am in love with a person named Luke and this is a blog entry that is just only about that.
We are on the precipice of a new era of journalism, and it is our responsibility, as people with privilege and/or power, to usher it in gracefully.