I am a slow reader, and fast eater; I wish it were the other way around.

cozy+smell of pancakes-alarm clock=weekend

I wish I had eaten more rice cakes.

It often feels like I'm not so much living for the present as I am busy making memories for the future.

I am a slow reader, and fast eater; I wish it were the other way around.

I'm turning left. Look, everyone, my blinker is on, and I'm turning left. I am so happy to be alive, driving along, making a left turn. I'm serious. I am doing exactly what I want to be doing at this moment: existing on a Tuesday, going about my business, on my way somewhere, turning left.

From the earliest age on, even as we toy with it, we instinctively know there is something mighty about the truth, that it is an immobile, looming star. We grow to crave it.