everything in cycles.
i'm planning the same exact trips i planned exactly a year ago, with the same exact reservations i had exactly a year ago. i can't wait to drive through arkansas and nashville, mountains and trees at two am again, two days hungover from newold friends and lone star tallboys, night swimming in our underwear, broken hearted again and always. maybe things aren't meant to change so much after all.
my zine is close to finished, and now, when i say i'm going to move across the country, i mean it.