Finding your way back to the truth can be a tumultuous journey. It often feels like you’re searching for something that can never be found, never really plant its roots and evade you at every opportunity.
Something about me misses the desolate isolation of that city, the way it demanded absolutely nothing of me. Even the sun shone like it didn’t belong, forever cowered behind an iron community of clouds. Between those city lines, right off Bland and Jefferson, I found an existential bliss in my torment. No part of meContinue reading “Lessons from Virginia & Richard”