It's been a blur of people and colours and places and long nights and bright stars, and maybe angst.
II. This ^ has killed my attempts at being Chesterton and Steinbeck, so I've been kind of leaning on pillars of solid and concrete voice; pillars of reality.
III. Mylon made me a cajon, which I guess makes me a drummer now. I love it. Percussion flows through my veins. I constantly feel the need to percuss.
IV. I'm going to take this opportunity to say Bucky Barnes. Bucky Barnes. Bucky Barnes. Bucky Barnes.
V. I landed employment in mercenary childcare.
VI. I volunteered for employment in unpaid camp counseling. Got in trouble for napping during a swim time. I think the camp directors hated my guts but my cabin loved me.
VII. I read a book called Blue Like Jazz, and a book called Night, and they were both very important.
VIII. Mylon, who happens to be my brother, has a new blog and a new baby. The blog is currently accessible, but the baby will be arriving in January.
IX. This thing called youth camp happened at another thing called Northland Bible Camp and I miss so many humans and wow.
X. There's going to be a new Pink Floyd album.
XI. Summer is sad and strange.
XII. Goodbye.
