A lot has happened this past month, and yet nothing has changed because I am drinking the same coffee from the same maker in the same sitting position. I live in boxes now. The smell will kill me.

And yet what right do I have to complain, with a fresh BFA degree in my pocket and some new addresses spitting my way. Soon to make my way to Mildred's Lane later this summer, soon to move a little more permanently west.

I'm not sure when the ground will stop spinning, but I hope to God it will be soon