The Internet has burrowed inside my head and laid eggs, and it feels like they’re all hatching.
Wildness doesn’t just exist in facing off a lion with a burning branch.
I don’t believe in an afterlife. I’m not worried I’ll come back as a tampon.
If not for my books and the iguana I rescued from a pet shop, I’m not sure how I would have survived.
My unquestionably beautiful surroundings, once so freeing, now seem limiting.
