F.N.O.A.T. during a F.L.O.A.T.

And the sky was filled with the eminent glow that, powered down, the urbanscape would resort to the faintest light of all time or a F.L.O.A.T., during the funnest night of all time or The F.N.O.A.T., sounding like “Eph-In-Oat,” a town painted Korean RED; they all agreed.

Requiem

Off to church I went today, to the grounds where my soul ought to run and play. Instead, there only fraught was found, until, eventually, we all hit the ground. To my steady heart I whispered a plea, “Please, if I die, just let me be.”

6 AM

every day I wake

awaken to life again

a return to sleep

Come, sit.

Lately, all I’ve been feeling is gratitude. My life is not, by any means, perfect or even ideal. Every day’s been a struggle since we repatriated back to the United States late in 2018. Yet somehow, waking up each morning inside my home I look out my window and I begin to understand the weight that we all carry, this INFINITE JEST*, this life. What am I doing here? What are any of us doing here? What does it matter? We’re here; aren’t we? We might as well just take a look at our position—our own UNFAIR station in life.