We’re in a boat, in this dream. The type of boat that you see fisherman use in movies, complete with nets and a lobster trap. It is pouring cold rain and the boat is taking on water. I am in a panic, I have no life jacket, I cannot find anything that we could cling to as a flotation device. I am wet and cold and sobbing and certain this is my end. You grab me by the shoulders and look in my eyes and say “Look, see how close we are to shore? We can just swim. You’re a good swimmer, you can do this”. I wake up then, and the metaphor is obvious. We’re never as far from the shore as I think we are. We can just swim. Together. Even if it’s pouring rain, even if our boat is sinking. We can just swim.

The human eye can see 10 million different colors. Sometimes I feel so alienated in my experience as a human, the only conclusion I can come to is that I am a color that has never been seen. Ten million and one. …

Something about his eyes stood out to me in his mugshot. The local paper’s social media posted countless mugshots every day, but something about his was different. They were flat, emotionless. His entire face the picture of stoicism. Assault with a deadly weapon. Aggravated assault with a deadly weapon. He…

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the concept of rebellion. I spent so many of my younger years intentionally ignoring the rules set out for me. Smile. Be nice. Be accommodating. Be demure. Don’t be too loud, or too smart, or too funny. Dress conservatively. …