DIARY

January 1st, 2018

I wake up with a fresh perspective. It seems that all of the people of New York and all of the birds and the whole sky and the wind are experiencing the new year together. The ground rises up to support me, the wind kisses my cheeks, the colorful houses of Bushwick are somehow brighter.

December 18th, 2018

Kelley is in New York. Tomorrow, I fly back to Chicago. I want to be more like my plants.

“Unaffrighted by the silence round them,
Undistracted by the sights they see,
These demand not that the things without them
Yield them love, amusement, sympathy.”

— Matthew Arnold

December 13th, 2018

Wild ride, this past month. Sunday Morning on a Sunday morning and I quit my job. A life committed to adventure. High risk, high reward, baby. The lows are really low. Vulnerable, uncertain, free.