Hi, I’m emotionally constipated

In a week(!!!), one final train to Bangkok with my bags, leaving behind much more than I can carry. So much time was absolutely wasted, squandered fantasizing about this day. Now that it is approaching, nothing feels right. Nope nope nope nope nope. Shit. Expectation of this transition: me, blubbering on a whim, inconsolable mess.… Read More Hi, I’m emotionally constipated

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I recently celebrated another birthday here and have been taking this milestone to mull over the greatest, most terrible part of being alive: transformation. My journey here has taken me to some otherworldly places as of late– beaches, national parks, jungles– but perhaps none quite so mysterious as the depths of my own self-reflection. I’ve… Read More 25