I never want to fossilize, to freeze at an arbitrary point in this digital age, but I’ve been on Facebook since it was for college students, think Tumblr is still cool, am dismissive of SnapChat. I clearly have no clue what, how, why, or where things happen on the internet anymore.
The hits keep on coming.
She explodes. Again and again. Furious and helpless. She’s dropped her nap, but I put her down anyway, then go downstairs and cry.
We’re entangled, like ET and Elliott.
The farmer’s market looks more like a deconstructed food truck lot than an array of nature’s bounty.
I think cutting the dairy out of my coffee is working. Dammit.