I’ve been sitting on this post for a little bit now. Amusingly, I sat on my tidbit about Zaide for a week too. Much like with Gram in 2013, we all squished into the car (one seat per person is NOT enough room when traveling for more than 3 hours) and drove north for a funeral. I hope it is the last one for a very, very long time. Two Sundays ago, we took two cars, because we didn’t have the SUV that day, and went to visit Zaide. We visited him in his ...
“i would really very much like a new tattoo. which is free. which i still can’t afford. because fuck everything. and even if we had lots of spare time and nothing else happening i still wouldn’t know what i want other than the ability to disappear into the oblivion of just feeling instead of thinking.”