There is a sweet spot in the morning—
after the coffee has kicked in,
but before the day has kicked my ass—
where I feel like I can conquer
a medium-sized city like Cleveland
with confidence and creativity.
I have to go to a wedding today,
but honestly, who schedules a wedding
on a Thursday afternoon,
on Groundhog Day, no less?!?
My hot take is that most of us
have not adequately processed the trauma of the pandemic,
and our sprawling, unprocessed trauma chews away at our brains
in myriad ways that make us anxious about why
we can’t seem to live our lives as instinctively as we did in 2019.
I don't drink anymore
so I don't write about the moon anymore,
or maybe it is vice versa:
me versus the universe
or the universe versus me?
I don't drink anymore
so I don't write about the moon anymore,
or maybe it is vice versa:
me versus the universe
or the universe versus me?
This is how old I am:
I put a note in my phone
to remind myself
to cut my toe nails later.
I put a note in my phone
to remind myself
to cut my toe nails later.
From plot point to plot point,
my raison d'etre isn't just about survival,
it's about what is keeping us alive,
it's about what is keeping us alive,
and what we're keeping alive:
Will the last of moments know things like love?
Young Ryan would simply be stoked
to know that I now have two t-shirts
from two different record stores in LA.
to know that I now have two t-shirts
from two different record stores in LA.