So the bindle is two years old today. How about that? When it was born I was living on wasabi peas, drinking myself to sleep every night on a mattress on the floor of a bare room. These words and sounds and images were a desperate attempt to communicate with a world that didn’t particularly care.
But life is a wild thing. Perpetually shifting and uncertain, each fading sunset could be replaced by literally anything. It’s so god damn beautiful — casually, constantly, like it’s nothing. Whenever I remember to pick my head up out of myself, there it is: so vivid, so bright, so saturated with light and sound and sensation.
Sandwiched between billions of years of darkness and endless nothing, this tiny riot of existence is unbelievable. Some days it’s so much I can’t stand it.
Some days it’s hard to be a cynic.
Joshua Clark Orkin
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