Fireworks are fucking stupid.

@booker.senate.gov thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you… x 24+

There’s not much I can do about the world. But I can shovel my neighbor’s driveway. So I shoveled the crap out of it.

Maybe this is how we win: We build it anyway. We make the place we wish to live everywhere we can, every space we can fill. We bring architects and artists and lawyers and communities and empathy. We make it real and all the good people will follow.

Writing for real now after a long stretch of writing for fake and writing not at all and it feels AMAZING

5yo: “Dad, is ‘god dammit’ a real person?”

We all thought T was the new H. What this post pre-supposes is: what if actually it’s elon?

“In a dream you saw a way to survive and you were full of joy.” - Jenny Holzer

Have patience before patience has you

Trying to overcome the emotional numb of everyday exhaustion by remembering how to slow down and feel deeply, started Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey and finally feel like I’m getting somewhere closer to myself. There’s life here yet.

The only way through is love

I’m on here out of spite? And/or maybe yearning for genuine connection among those who value art and kindness?