The worst part of any vacation is all the way back. A vacation: quite literally an escape from your normal life and the more you let go, the deeper you leave, the harder it is to return. In some cases you don’t completely come back, something changes inside. Sometimes this change is temporary, but sometimes it takes. My body arrived in Key West containing one version of self and left with something closely resembling the person I am now. And I can pinpoint the exact moment that change took place…
Shrooms and Buffy and the Woods
This story doesn’t have a point. No plot, no arc, no end. I can be certain because I wrote this sentence last. Definitely no moral. Just snaps of . . .