…which is to say that if I stop believing I exist I will, in fact, cease to exist—or else my cat is the reason I exist, in which case, I’m doomed.
Eventually, you find the frozen plums in the icebox.
More poems need to be written and others need revised, but I’m feeling pretty fantastic about seeing my writing evolve.
I will say this: Jupiter Ascending is a fantastic movie and you should stop judging it.
Now I have fancy looking cards with my important information on the back and I can be confident that I won’t miss another possibly interaction with interesting people.
Once I got into it, not worrying about the desired result of the collages so much as the actual result, the collages themselves, and having decided to commit to at least a handful of cards, the fun took over.