Today begins the exercise of writing emails that won’t be sent. I’m shifting back and forth between here and there, feeling for the right home for each thought. The more I think about it, the more the words seems worthless.

If you love something, set it free; if it comes back, it’s yours. If it doesn’t, it never was.

“You look sad”

Yeah, well, it is sad that this is our choice, that this is what we want. This really isn’t anything. And that’s sad too, because I want to build something.