letter to my family: December 23

Letter to my family...

Hey guys! How are things going there? Things here are okay. Last night I met a few of Ditte’s friends who are also illustrators and were pretty cool. They both seemed to be pretty successful or at least know what…

another successful failure

So, just for a joke, I’ve been trying to live like an adult lately. Since my lack of experience has so far prevented me from getting work in an adult industry I decided I’d do the next best thing—I’d just pursue an internship and get fucked for free. Yep, I resorted to the kind of thing I should’ve done when I was in college, when instead of being responsible, I was partying all the time…

arrival and impressions

Pre-trip iced coffee from a cute street vendor.

I typically set six alarms for important events. Naturally, this idea frequently backfires and creates needless anxiety for me…. The vegetable truck leaves at noon—there’s no way we are going to sleep until noon. There’s also no way my paranoia…

notes from the train

Andrew, shortly after having a sex change and converting to Islam. Thanks Allah for second-class.

We got up this morning, gathered our things and gladly said goodbye to Koh Tao and its beaches, excited for the long journey back to Bangkok. Taxi to boat to bus to train to Bangkok! We got all the way…

introduction to crazy: the Aynap episode

The scenic walk toward insanity...

Despite my track record in the past few years I generally like to finish what I start. That’s why committing to volunteer (…it’s not volunteering when you pay to participate…) for one week at a permaculture community in Northern Thailand…

the disease

Lately I finds two different currents running through my body, varying in ratio, intensity and velocity. Time speeds up, slows down. Temperature inconsistent with atmosphere. Positivity is suffocated by a hopelessness incongruous to my situation. Hopelessness is speared by a jolting idea from which my mind moves too quickly to complete. I’m not happy where I am. I’m not comfortable but it’s not a productive discomfort. As I search for jobs without luck I question…