I sit here in my little enclave at the back of the garage pretending that I am willing myself to be a writer, actor, athlete, community volunteer and so forth; when in reality I am a motionless being wandering from…
I sit here in my little enclave at the back of the garage pretending that I am willing myself to be a writer, actor, athlete, community volunteer and so forth; when in reality I am a motionless being wandering from…
I don’t think of having a home anymore. I don’t travel much so I don’t have an extensive inventory of localities knowledge, but I now feel as though there is a not a place that I want to call home…