I think it’s funny. The disjointed, segmented timeline of life, sloppily tripping over itself and doubling back and rushing forward. The incoherence and the confusion of such a busy world. The random, chance occurrence…

Lately, I have been finding myself exceedingly normal. With normal hands and a normal face, framing normal thoughts from a twenty-year-old brain. With glossy eyed ignorance of the world, the way things work, and the fra…