The next over


A note from my long journey to where I am

Nov. 2011.

“I’m thinking of leaving town. Tonight, does that bother you? Thinking about it, long and hard. I’m not like you, I’m bold and insufferably neurotic. But let’s be honest, I’m so cripplingly shy I’ll pretty much slit my throat to get art out of being social. And there’s another lie. I’ll just sit here, silent and hope you’ll talk to me.

See that’s the issue right there. Actually, you know what.

Fuck. You.”


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