Notes

Coffee shops were his favorite place to spend Saturday mornings, especially when it got cold.

Facing the Daemon

~ a poem

I am continuously, consciously drawn to this comic.

~ a poem about being

Where to go from here?

~ ?x12

~ four salient childhood memories

Consider how much ground we will never cover, simply given the time allotted.

~ Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

~ a poem