Writing

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”

— Anaïs Nin

I have been divided about using this space as an event journal for a while. But every time the thought occured, I shrugged it off. Primarily because absence of frequent intoxication leaves mind lucid and cogent; except the days when you step out to get some Kombucha and retrun with cider! Such is life. I was going to write about how I feel today. But I realized it doesn’t matter. Instead, I can use this place to document some of my most vivid memories from life. Something that I’d want to look back as my hold on my mind slips.