anyone who tells you they know what they’re doing, is lying to you. we might as well, all of us, cop to the fact we’re sliding our hands along the wall, looking—well, searching—for a light switch. or better yet, stumble arms outstretched, zombie-style until you hit a couch, have a seat, and reach over the arm to the end table. see if there’s something nice to drink waiting for you.
#tbt long summer drives. think i’m going to get away in late summer.