There is a version of me on the internet who sounds extremely professional. He did not write his own bio. His brother did.

He approved it anyway, because it sounded like someone who knew what they were doing, and at the time, that felt like enough.

I found out my local Blockbuster was closing the way most people find out things are ending, too late to do anything about it. A sign out the front. Everything must go. And I left without buying a single poster. I still think about it.

$13 Cheap Tuesday ticket. A room full of retirees. And somehow, Project Hail Mary reminded me why nothing replaces two hours in the dark."

Ever wondered what an INFJ really thinks about while staring into space? Spoiler: everything. All at once. Welcome to the charming chaos of an INFJ mind. Bring snacks.

Redundant. Meditating. Slightly unhinged. Surprisingly happy.