If I could snack on anything, I would choose Seneca apple chips every time.
I’m wildly unstable when it comes to relationships, and I relish time alone.
I often imagine a world without deadlines, appointments, save-the-dates.
As long as I am healthy and all of my parts are in working order, I am content with my body and with my appearance.
I taught myself to play Apres Moi by Regina Spektor for a piano final a year and a half ago at Cabrini, and now it has become the only song I can recall and play fluidly. I am somewhat disappointed in myself.
I keep a pocketknife, mess kit, storm-proof matches, iodine tablets, army sleeping bag, and half a dozen sweaters in my car at all times.
If I ever have children, I will encourage them to learn in the garden, the woods, in the city, near the sea. I’ll be damned if I allow them to grow up sitting in front of a computer or television screen.
I’m moving to Maryland with some friends in early May to work the tourist scene and enjoy the sea and sun for the summer.
My relationship with my father is now nonexistent. I’ve never felt lighter.