A discussion with the creator of the Misaviv Hebrew Circle Calendar.
My thoughts while observing Brown University's class of 1939
2018, my optimism is as great as my fear. Be glorious, and grow no more.
i dont want to leave my bed/where things are/ soft and edgeless / like the ocean
No homework, more freedom; adulthood has its perks.
We're always talking about "it." It is glorious outside. It is a shame. But what IS this "it"?
What is age? What is truth? What is time? If I feel like I’m 18, or 28, or whatever, why can’t I be?
This one goes out to all the people just trying to get through it
Losing stuff, mean people, hair in my food... I rant a bit. And hope for something better.